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Travel by River
if my thought-dreams could be seen, they'd probably put my head in a guillotine
~ Friday, February 17 ~
~ Tuesday, February 14 ~
~ Monday, February 13 ~
~ Sunday, February 12 ~
The Peace of Wild Things
When despair for the world grows in me — Wendell Berry
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.
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~ Saturday, February 11 ~
