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on summer

I don't draw and I don't write poetry. In the past, I feel like I should- like I'm stifling some of my inner creativity. But mostly, I'm OK with it- I do love words and I'm just a lot more comfortable with my own prose.

I do love to read poetry though and have actually had some time to in the last few weeks. With it finally warmer (OK, hot), I've also been longing to spend time outside. And I've been confronted with a lot of brokenness lately and reminded of the hope I have in Christ. This poem resonated today, so I thought I'd share it.

The Peace of Wild Things
~Wendell Berry

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.

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