I come into…

I was rereading a Wendell Berry poem recently in which he says, “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.”

I love that phrase, “I come into…” He speaks of coming into the peace of wild things who don’t think about grief. My grandmother used to say, “Don’t borrow sorrow from tomorrow.” That’s what he’s saying … to come into peace … to not worry about future difficulties. A worthy goal … to have peace.

In this same poem he writes about resting in the grace of the world. I love that sentiment – resting in grace.

Grace is my constant companion. I am thankful..