For All the Wild Things
“Never think that war, no matter how necessary, nor how justified, is not a crime.” ~Ernest Hemingway
Hamas launched attacks against Israel early Saturday morning.
Israel has declared itself to be under attack, but has yet to retaliate; the experts expect a massive response.
There will be more bloodshed.
And the world waits.
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I lack inspirational words for you today.
I will let the eloquent poet, Wendell Berry, speak on my behalf.
Penned in 1968, his famous poem, The Peace of Wild Things, holds a timeless truth in these increasingly turbulent times.
May his words suffice, for they express a proven balm, at least for me — a slice of respite from the chaos, and a glimmer of hope.
May we know peace.
For the sake of our children and all the wild things that depend upon us.
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.
And a very happy Thanksgiving to all my Canadian friends.
“We must accept finite disappointment but never lose infinite hope.” ~Martin Luther King, Jr.