Monday, May 11, 2009
In search of peace
Tomorrow I go in for surgery to remove a mass that has been growing inside of me. In a few days I will know. I confess I am struggling right now ... part of my spirit is thrashing inside with all this uncertainty; the other part, struggling to find peace ... yes, to find the peace of wild things ...
The Peace of Wild Things
by Wendell Berry
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.