tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31656539904656125112011-07-30T13:18:15.757-07:00Margueritehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00668328249817324753noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165653990465612511.post-66229363911503771742011-07-30T13:18:00.000-07:002011-07-30T13:18:15.764-07:00<div class="poemTitle"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9zaj1am8dc/TjRmik6L_jI/AAAAAAAAAAg/4G9fWJqN3Pw/s1600/tintern+july+2009+010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9zaj1am8dc/TjRmik6L_jI/AAAAAAAAAAg/4G9fWJqN3Pw/s320/tintern+july+2009+010.JPG" t$="true" width="240px" /></a></div>The Peace of Wild Things</div>When despair for the world grows in me<br />and I wake in the night at the least sound<br />in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,<br />I go and lie down where the wood drake<br />rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.<br />I come into the peace of wild things <br />who do not tax their lives with forethought<br />of grief. I come into the presence of still water.<br />And I feel above me the day-blind stars<br />waiting with their light. For a time<br />I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.<br />Wendell Berry<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165653990465612511-6622936391150377174?l=myherbaljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Margueritehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00668328249817324753noreply@blogger.com0