The Peace of Wild Things
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
6 comments:
This reminds me of Madeleine L'Engle's circle of quiet where she goes to get away from it all. I am reading my first Berry book and am enjoying it...Hannah Coulter.
I haven't read enough of Berry's poetry...thank you so much for this and fitting photographs.
Hi DB! I love Wendell Berry.
I'm not familiar with Berry, but I need to get acquainted. I liked this poem very much. I always feel so much better when I'm out walking amongst the wild things.
I enjoyed this. It is always such a stress-reliever to go out among nature and soak in the work of the Creator - and think of his undeserved grace and mercy to me.
You know I love me some Wendell Berry. This poem expresses why I'm a country girl in my heart:)
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