The Peace of Wild Things
August 4th, 2014
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 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 for their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
~ Wendell Berry
What an absolutely beautiful picture – stunning! And words to match too. Thank you for this, a truly lovely thing in it’s entirety. Jayne. /|
Oh so beautiful and so relevant with all the chaos in the world at the moment. Thank you.
Beautifully written x
Just what I needed. Thank you