 The Peace of Wild Things
Listen 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 I am free. Wendell Berry
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 Lent Vessels - 13 'If we have never sought, we seek Thee now;
Thine eyes burn through the dark, our only stars; We must have sight of thorn-pricks on Thy brow, We must have Thee, O Jesus of the Scars. The heavens frighten us; they are too calm; In all the universe we have no place. Our wounds are hurting us; where is the balm? Lord Jesus, by Thy Scars, we claim Thy grace'. Edward Shillito  Lent Vessels - 11
May the fragrance Of a breathing meadow Refresh your heart And remind you You are a child of the earth. John O'Donahue |
