The eyes of the future

The eyes of the future are looking back at us and they are praying for us to see beyond our own time.  They are kneeling with hands clasped that we might act with restraint, that we might leave room for the life that is destined to come.  To protect what is wild is to protect what is gentle.  Perhaps the wilderness we fear is the pause between our own heart beats,  the silent space that says we live only by grace.  Wilderness lives by this same grace.  Wild mercy is in our hands.                      – Terry Tempest Williams

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