February 18, 2024
During the Lenten Season, before Easter Sunday, “regular” Sundays, like today, are not included in the 40-day count of preparation because they are considered “mini resurrections.” So, instead of sharing a meditation on one of the many quotations I have procured this past year, I will share a poem that matches the mood of Sabbath-keeping. May you find time to sit with it and allow the words to sink into your soul.
Blessings ~ Rosemary
The Peace of Wild Things, by Wendell Berry
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 The Peace of Wild Things, Wendell Berry, Penguin Books, 2018)
Spirit Reflections 
Breautiful! I love the ‘day blind stars waiting for their light’.
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A beautiful poem indeed as we take our rest this Sabbath day, despite the gloom of a typical day in the Canadian northwest. I love too, “I rest in the grace of the world”. Bare trees, grey skies and grey earth are still “graced” in beauty.
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Yes, a lovely, powerful line.
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It’s hard sometimes to remember how much grace the world DOES offer.
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A Psalm.
Thank you for this.
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I didn’t even think of this as a psalm but your are correct! Thanks!
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