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Poem for Mary Lou
We lost Julie’s Mom to cancer last week. Another long and ongoing battle that ended in ‘22. She was 81 and an avid outdoors person. She could identify/name almost any plant or animal or tree growing in Missouri and tell you if it belonged there or not. Her back stoop overlooked the Cuivre River and was always a favorite place for coffee and conversation. And birds. She was a lifetime St Louis Cardinals fan and in fact was buried in a Musial jersey and with her Cardinals blanket. My son and I had a group text with her and we watched almost every game together in different towns the last two seasons.
I didn’t post this to write her obit, but to post a poem from a poet she’d been reading recently, Wendell Berry. It was read aloud at her funeral. I thought it was pretty spot on and thought y’all might like it.
BKB
The Peace of WildThings
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
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