Tuesday, December 18, 2012


From Kelsey Loomer's blog Sweet Mess, I found words of comfort in light of the darkness of the week.

image by Kelsey Loomer

The Peace of Wild Things

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 to 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

1 comment:

  1. This is not just beautiful, there is a deep moving truth in these words, thanks

    I enjoyed looking at your walnut ink painting, your work never leaves me untouched, x