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Resting in the grace of the world

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‘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, The Selected Poems of Wendell Berry



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I acknowledge the traditional custodians of the land on which I live, work and write, which has been a meeting place of the Dharawal and Dhurga language groups, and pay my respects to Elders past and present.

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