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.
@WendellDaily
You’ll believe 9,000,000 homeless men with smart phones were paid $50 ($450M) to protest Trump across 50 different states because you saw a screenshot of a Facebook post, but won’t believe that Trump was involved with Epstein despite being mentioned 5,000 times