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I see a lot of understandable despair in here tonight. The horrible atrocities that we human beings are capable of inflicting upon one another are sometimes overwhelming. I wonder sometimes about how we can even go on when we hear about some of the stuff being discussed on the board tonight. But it's real, and it's happening, and we are still here, mostly helpless to do anything about it. When my soul is frayed by the world, I turn to this poem:
"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
Maybe it will help you, too.
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