The World Is Mine

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 or 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

dave
Thursday, 22. November 2007 um 1:39 pm Uhr
Nice… I stole this from you.
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Friday, 23. November 2007 um 10:25 pm Uhr
[...] Thanksgiving. Here’s to imperialism and colonialism… [ht. Josh & Dave] ~bh [...]