Saturday, 5 June 2010

A little poetic interlude...

The Peace of Wild Things
by Wendell Berry

When despair grows in me
and I wake in the middle of 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 for their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.


and when I come back from the wedding I'm just about to conduct I WILL sit down and finish the sermon & get it posted here.
Unless I've gone to lie down in the woods.

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