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


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