As many of you know, I rarely post or re-blog anything with a religious theme or bent here on Writing Reconsidered, but this article I wrote for the Living Our Faith blog is one I’m particularly pleased with.
In the crazy rush of the first days of NaNoWriMo 2015 (not to mention the crazy rush that is November generally: projects coming due, Thanksgiving and family coming to call, the upcoming wilds of winter), this article captures a moment of poetry-inspired peacefulness that I wanted to share.
I have long been a dedicated reader of Wendell Berry, both his poetry and his essays, and often turn to his work whenever I feel a struggle in my soul for a moment of peace and wilderness.
His poem “The Peace of Wild Things,” especially, has always held tremendous power for me:
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 …
Poetry in general holds a great deal of the stuff of God for me, reminding me to be mindful, present, and appreciative as I move through a world filled with the Creator’s wonder and mystery.
The Bible itself—like many sacred texts from around the world—is packed with poetry, from the psalms to…
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