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 wildness we fear is the pause
between our own heartbeats, 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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