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 Cuz, My Friend

Goose is lonely
In a world left vacant
By actions of choice
Without chance of recant

Without the love
That he willingly spread
He expected return
Discarded instead

The help once given
Was simply then gone
Repeated again
Like the words in song

Understanding and care
Actions her shared
To those he trusted
Also cared

Again, and again
He repeats the refrain
With a common result
Actions simply vain

A lone voice helps
Truly keep him around
A long separated friend
Who cares for his sound

And he thanks her
Though she denies the fact
Just how much if means
They are back in contact


G - Sept 2009
Posted by Gooseman at 2:55 PM

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