Friday, September 4, 2026

Rest in the Peace of Wild Things


NOTE: It appears to me that people can not current post comments on blogger. Not sure why. Hopefully that will get fixed.

We lost a giant this week, in a week long blitz of great people passing.

Rest in peace, St Wendell. Join the beloved community, the membership of saints, along with Dolly, Tim and Gloria.


But do the Lords of War in fact hate the world?
That would be easy to bear, if so.
If they hated their children and
the flowers that grow in the warming light,
that would be easy to bear.
For then we could hate the haters and be right.
What is hard is to imagine the Lords of War may
love the things that they destroy.

As I have read the Gospels over the years, 
the belief has grown in me that Christ did not come to found an organized religion 
but came instead to found an unorganized one. 
He seems to have come to carry religion out of the temples 
into the fields and sheep pastures, onto the roadsides and the banks of the rivers, 
into the houses of sinners and publicans, 
into the town and the wilderness, 
toward the membership of all that is here. 
Well, you can read and see what you think.


Protest that endures, I think, is moved by a hope far more modest than that of public success: 
namely, the hope of preserving qualities in one's own heart and spirit that would be 
destroyed by acquiescence.

The only true and effective "operator's manual for spaceship earth" 
is not a book that any human will ever write; 
it is hundreds of thousands of local cultures.

Rats and roaches live by competition under the law of supply and demand; 
it is the privilege of human beings to live under the laws of justice and mercy. 
It is impossible not to notice how little the proponents of 
the ideal of competition have to say about honesty, 
which is the fundamental economic virtue, 
and how very little they have to say about 
community, compassion, and mutual help.

And having returned from the woods, 
we remember with regret its restfulness. 
For all creatures there are in place, hence at rest. 
In their most strenuous striving, sleeping and waking, dead and living, 
they are at rest. 
In the circle of the human we are weary with striving, and are without rest.

A good community, in other words, is a good local economy.

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