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Thursday, April 26, 2012

Pocket Medicine





                                                           






















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. 


























[Happy Poem in Your Pocket Day! (To read the poem I chose last year, click here). For me, poetry IS medicine, and so placing a hand copied poem next to my insulin pump becomes a symbolic gesture of healing. I love the idea that the message Mr. Berry conveys here is working synergistically with my insulin to bring me to a place of peace and well-being. What poem did/would you choose for your pocket today?]

4 comments:

  1. that is so beautiful Angela
    I love it!
    today I hold this poem
    http://loveandlight-cat.blogspot.ca/2012/04/and-when-im-confused.html
    mt own : )

    thank you for sharing this

    love and light

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  2. Thank you so much for arriving here, for sharing poetry with me, for your gentle Wise voice-
    Namaste-
    Angela

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