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

Sep 3, 2009

Recurring theme

You chose the course
Long you had forced to ignore
Finally gave in because
From live you wanted more

You could make this work
While anticipating the pain
For it help the worth
In what both could gain

Then as always your fate
Life forced to towards wrong
And being once more
Became a dirge of a song

This time destruction was worse
At the dismantling of life
Each attempt to recover
Only brought suffering rife

As always it seemed
Dreams were beaten once more
This time none anew
Replace as before.


G - Sept 2009
Posted by Gooseman at 1:05 PM

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