The Peace of Wild Things

 

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

 

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~ by Honest Waffle on 02/01/2011.

3 Responses to “The Peace of Wild Things”

  1. You have been tagged! I gave you the Versatile Blogger award:

    http://glandtastic.blogspot.com/2011/01/versatile-blogger-award.html

  2. Lovely poem. Thanks for sharing. Hope you’re well. xx

  3. like, update your blog already ;)

    how are you?

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