Given the dismay and even despair I presently feel after hearing that Samuel Alito was confirmed by the Senate and subsequently sworn in as the newest (and perhaps most dangerous) Supreme Court Justice and knowing that the system of checks and balances that the founders of this great nation so carefully created are now in some jeopardy due to the rightward (or, should I say, wrongward) tilt of all three branches of government, it is even more paramount that I shrug off this disconsolate cloak and remind myself that there is still beauty to be found in the world. Today, I thank Wendell Berry for reminding me of such:
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.
â€” Wendell Berry