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Poem of the Month: September 2002

The Peace of Wild Things 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. - Wendell Berry Journal prompts: As the anniversary of 9/11 approaches, reflect on how your life has, or has not, changed since the attacks. Finish this sentence: When despair for the world grows in me I _______ Describe, in detail, a place where you "come into the peace of wild things."

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