When despair for the world grows in me ... 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 ~
from his poem "The Peace of Wild Things"
In the midst of my overwhelm, I have been seeking and finding grace (my word for the year).
I "consider the lilies of the field".
I "walk by faith, not by sight" and in that faith find "the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen".
And all is well.
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This makes me think of my favorite hymn.
When peace like a river attendeth my way. When sorrows like sea billows roll. Whatever my lot, though hast taught me to say, "It is well, it is well with my soul."
I love the line, 'forethought of grief'. Am going to try to be aware of that. Thanks.
Ever wishing you blessings in and of abundance.
That is such a sweet photo Wanda. Wishing grace, peace and love... :o) ((HUGS))
All is well is a favorite mantra of mine, so calming.
So glad.
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