A Poem by Wendell Barry

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 life 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 in their light. For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and I am free

This is such an opportune time in our lives to understand the importance of living in the present moment and not get carried away with the what if’s. Still at the same time stand up and speak when needed for our future and the future of others.

 

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