Mother's Day: Peace of Wild Things
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
For Mother's Day we took a trail ride in the mountains on horseback. I've missed the rush of it, the dust on my skin, the scent of horse breath - and most of all - the language that has no words but is every bit as real and true...and of course, 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
For Mother's Day we took a trail ride in the mountains on horseback. I've missed the rush of it, the dust on my skin, the scent of horse breath - and most of all - the language that has no words but is every bit as real and true...and of course, the peace of wild things.
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