Tonight a poem from Wendell Berry. I am thinking of my friends and family facing trouble: weather, fire, health, job, loneliness related. Wishing them and you resilience through these times.
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.
Wash your hands, cover your nose, keep safe six, and read more poetry.