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August Tidings

posted Oct 24, 2017, 1:17 PM by Kate Fields
Dear Beloved Underwood:

Hear the words of the prophet, poet, and farmer, Wendell Berry, in his poem, The Peace of Wild Things from, “The Selected Poems of Wendell Berry:”

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.

Let us be wild and let us be free,