Sunday, October 18, 2009

stillness & grace:::

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

{via the habit of being}

a beautiful passage for fall. may we all rest in stillness and grace.

1 comment:

  1. "i come into the peace of wild things." love that.
    and love the new shoes :)