The Peace of Wild Things

Brenda just read me this sublime poem by Wendell Berry.  My heart is still weeping….

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

His Holiness has Surgery

His Holines the Dalai Lama had a gall-stone removed today (probably his whole gall bladder, I expect):

See this AP video.

I often think about His Holiness.  I have this huge poster of him in my office – his eyes simultaneously showing profound joy and compassion but also great, great suffering – no doubt the suffering of his people that he carries with him at all times.