“The answer must be, I think, that beauty and grace are performed whether or not we will
or sense them. The least we can do is try to be there.” ― Annie Dillard, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek
All posts tagged grace
I come into the peace of wild things who do not
tax their lives with forethought of grief….
For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
–Wendell Berry, The Peace of Wild Things
The Peace of Wild Things
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.