The Peace of Wild Things
March 1st, 2016
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
Have always loved this poem and its message. Thanks for the reminder!
Beautiful Perfect and So True . . .
“For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free”.
This is so beautiful and can really feel the power behind these words…many blessings x
I admire Wendell Berry for the way he lives his life. I enjoy reading his prose and his poetry. And I love this poem.
Beautiful. Thank you. The words catch the paradox of our earthly life and touch me in that knowing place.
Thanks. I love this poem.
Lovely and comforting. Thank you for posting this.