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 7, 2009

My Angels

My angels that I miss so
Each came to me unexpected
Each with the thoughts of forever
To each my meeting was directed

My angels that I miss so
Into my mind and into my soul
My heart they could read
Of my thoughts each stole

A lover, long destined to meet
Since childhood I knew those eyes
But others pulled stings outside
Turning pure truths into lies

Saving hands others reached out
Pulling my from deep dark hole
But my friendship is seems
To maintain took too must a toll

I’ve lost each angel from my side
So I now often visit the abyss
The gift I believed to see the soul
Seem is more of a curse parti pris

So once more I trek only alone
Without an idea of direction to go
For I seem to have driven away
My angels that I miss so.


G - Sept 2009
Posted by Gooseman at 4:05 PM

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