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
All things of life surreal
Like layers of onion off him peel
Walking through light snow
With thought of what he did not know
He felt anger, it became rage
Then only that he must turn a page
In his world of little outside despair
He only threw hands into air
Shouted out an involuntary plea
How? Just how, did this come to be?
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