Ask the world to reveal its quietude —
not the silence of machines when they are still,
but the true quiet by which birdsongs,
trees, bellworts, snails, clouds, storms
become what they are, and are nothing else.
~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.
~Wendell Berry
Submit to God and be at peace with him; in this way prosperity will come to you. ~Job 22:21 ✝
**Image by Mike Bizeau found at: https://naturehasnoboss.com/2016/05/01/bluebird/
Thanks for this, Natalie. Wendell Berry is such an inspiration.
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Yes he is! And you’re so welcome ❣
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A beautiful post. It is a good reminder for all to take some time for themselves to reboot so to speak.
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Yes we really need to do that❣
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❤️
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😊🌹
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Always loved this “peace of Wild things” poem by Wendell Berry. He really gets it! ❤
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Yes he does! 👍😊❤️
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lovely—I’m off to find that place of the wood drake 🙂
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Good! I hope you find it❣🌹
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I’ll call you to come once I get there 😚
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Okey doke! I’ll come right away!!!👍😊❤️😘
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