Good Morning ~ 🌷 🌸 🕊
This week has been a landmark week steeped in the carnage of Ukraine and the contentious hearings by our Senate’s Judicial Committee for approving Judge Ketanji Brown Jackson’s impeccable credentials as an Associate Justice to sit on our Supreme Court.
My heart was saddened and inspired. Yet, the underlying weariness is present in all of us. We send prayers in various forms to Ukraine’s brave fight for Democracy and freedom. The majority of Americans were disappointed, once again, in the debased dance of race-baiting rhetoric in the Senate hearings. It was no accident that Wendell Berry’s profound poem, “The Peace of Wild Things,” found its way to me in my morning reading.
🌺 May it bring a soothing calm to your heart and mind. 🌺
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. From Collected Poems (North Point Press), © 1985.