Day 808: Thursday, June 2, 2022

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.

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.

- The Peace of Wild Things, Wendell Berry

Geese appear high over us,

pass, and the sky closes. Abandon,

as in love or sleep, holds

them to their way, clear

in the ancient faith: what we need

is here. And we pray, not

for new earth or heaven, but to be

quiet in heart, and in eye,

clear. What we need is here.

- What we Need is Here - Wendell Berry