(Blue Heron by Isaac Bignell, 1959-1995, Canadian Cree artist)
THE PEACE OF WILD THINGS
“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
we live in a time with the sound of the slightest night noise can awaken our hearts with worry. No one knows what to expect – bombarded with news, repetitive and fantastical, our minds are filled with words of warning and images of horror. We all need a guide to a place that settles our anxious hearts and reminds us of something greater – may Wendell Berry be that guide for you today.
Carrie's Bench 
Thanks, Carrie. Great poem, great piece of art.
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Thank you, Mike. I really liked the image of this poem. The crane is beautiful.
Peace.
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That is lovely dear one and you know I so love anything by Wendell. You need to do that thing you told me about and get these blogs out to more peoplee. Love ya
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Thank you for the kind words! I always think of you when I post something by Wendell Berry.
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Reblogged this on Carrie's Bench and commented:
(I have been touched and distressed by the unrest in this world. When I woke this morning I remembered this quote and wanted to share it – again. With gratitude)
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