Monday, September 20, 2010

Into the Presence of Still Water



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 where 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
The Peace of Wild Things

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Early morning kayaking on the North Canadian River
 in far northwest Oklahoma County
September 18, 2010  
Photos ©TR Ryan
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