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Today's headlines read of droughts, fires, wars and the rumors of more wars.
One cannot help but feel overwhelmed at times by the world's pathos. At
times like these I often turn to my favorite writers for words of hope and
comfort; at times like these I turn to Wendell Berry who wrote:
"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 childrenšs 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."
The Peace of Wild Things by Wendell Berry
Mark Smith
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