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
Fingers of chill creep
Over the rise green
Advancing the unseen
Omen of fear deep
The call for the sea
Grips at the heart
Claiming soul depart
Never spirit to set free
Within that fog cover
Using its veiled shield
Fate choosing no yield
To harvest from its hover
As the sea come to claim
Souls without remorse
None safe in its course
Cares not of truth or blame
Fingers of mist advance
Souls taking as its own
Where one life hope shown
Driving home the lance
G- Sept 2009
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