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 On the second Sunday of Advent we light the candle of peace: Dear Jesus Thank you that we can know peace in our hearts that transcends understanding; that brings comfort amidst life’s struggles and blows. Thank you for the challenge to be a peacemaker not just a keeper of the peace - to actively participate in the bringing about of peace in our turbulent world. Thank you for being the Prince of Peace. Amen. Deep peace of the running wave to you
Deep peace of the flowing air to you Deep peace of the quiet earth to you Deep peace of the shining stars to you Deep peace of the Son of peace to you
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ABOUT the authorEmily Clare Sims is a farmer and mama to three young boys. Each day she looks for ways to notice beauty, contemplate her faith and savour the seasons... Categories
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