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Saturday, March 8, 2008

In The Presence Of Still Water

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Mike,

Yesterday, Beth and I were out for a stroll around Coot Lake wetlands, and we were admiring the flocks of red-wing blackbirds, when we encountered this painting of herons with a poem by 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.

Wendell Berry

–rakkity

posted by michael at 12:24 pm  

4 Comments »

  1. I look at the night sky for the same reason.

    Comment by michael — March 8, 2008 @ 5:36 pm

  2. That’s one terrific poem. (I might re-read it for the same reason.)

    Hey, can you fix the little problem with this page not having a title (which I noticed because there’s no direct link to the comments)? Now, I’m really going to have a complex if that’s considered a lob.

    Comment by jennifer — March 8, 2008 @ 10:31 pm

  3. I’d do almost anything to further that complex thing but I can’t lie.

    Comment by michael — March 8, 2008 @ 11:08 pm

  4. Beautiful, beautiful poem.
    What do you think, Rad?

    Comment by anon — March 9, 2008 @ 6:13 pm

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