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 Barry
Beautiful! Where did you take the pictures?
ReplyDeleteJan, they are from Kathryn Albertson park. My photography class went on a field trip!
ReplyDeleteI wish I was in your class!
ReplyDeleteThis is my favorite post of all time...my favorite of ALL the blogs I frequent, not just yours. You did a FABULOUS job with the photos, the text, everything. You tell your professor I say you should get an A+ in this class!
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