Quote of the moment

When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

-Wendell Berry: The Peace or the Wild Things

Aug 10, 2009

White Dove

White dove in the tree
Gentle song it for all
To life spirits ease the day
Help the soul feel free
White dove in the tree
Seeming devoid of trouble
Simple soul it seems
To whom only themselves see
White dove in the tree
With the world not knowing
Just how its heart bleeds
For them in silent plea
White dove in the tree

White dove on the eave
Sheds a tear for all to see
Shares aches for those around
The fables they believe
White dove on the eave
Observes life test the will
Of those trying to survive the day
Leaving faith slowly leaves
White dove on the eave
Long to others pain to ease
Wanting only help relieve
Help once more dreams believe
White dove on the eave

White dove in the air
So free we see as it soars
Blind to the weight it bears
Trying to take away our care
White dove in the air
Sees only a world of lies
Innocent one silently cries
Seeing others treat so unfair
White dove in the air
Wishing to carry all away
Would take the burden on
Carry off all despair
White dove in the air


G - Aug 2009
Posted by Gooseman at 3:25 PM

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