I Change my View of the World
(after Wendell Berry)
When despair for the world grows in me, I find
my Clearing, a place of whispering grasses,
sweet smell of wild flowers, the soft move-
ments of the dappled-patterned fawn,
the slap of a beaver building her nest in the lake,
and look up into a sky blue as viewed from the moon
looking back at the small round marble of earth.
Even the business of the honey bee and wasp
gives a sweetness to the air where I will set up
my tent. I wait for the night’s stars and glistening
of the moon to find more goodness to bathe in.
When my spirit is renewed and I once more
return to my secular life, I will keep my tent
and maps of experience close in order to return
again and again.
jackie: 1//4/24
Your poem takes me THERE. Thank you.
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I Change my View of the World
(after Wendell Berry)
When despair for the world grows in me, I find
my Clearing, a place of whispering grasses,
sweet smell of wild flowers, the soft move-
ments of the dappled-patterned fawn,
the slap of a beaver building her nest in the lake,
and look up into a sky blue as viewed from the moon
looking back at the small round marble of earth.
Even the business of the honey bee and wasp
gives a sweetness to the air where I will set up
my tent. I wait for the night’s stars and glistening
of the moon to find more goodness to bathe in.
When my spirit is renewed and I once more
return to my secular life, I will keep my tent
and maps of experience close in order to return
again and again.
jackie: 1//4/24
Your poem takes me THERE. Thank you.