Bear Silverstein's Journal
Written Dec 31, 2009 1:40pm
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.
- Wendell Berry
Written Dec 31, 2009 12:56pm
Dear friends from Canada visited Bear in the hospital yesterday. Listening to music together and being with them really brightened him up. He slept soundly the rest of the day! We hope that we can get him closer to home soon.