#501 Musings Beyond the Bunker (Saturday November 5)
Good morning,
MUSIC
Today I’m feeling nostalgic for some great old tunes:
Paul Simon and Joan Baez “The Boxer”
George Harrison and Ringo Star, “My Guitar Gently Weeps”:
POETRY
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.
Have a great day,
Glenn