Peace instead of despair

In so many parts of the world, bombings and trauma are every-day occurrences. That does not ease anyone’s fears or worries.

There really are no words, only prayers on days like today. Grace and peace be with you, my friends.

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

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