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The Peace of Wild Things

March 1st, 2016
Image: Alex Saberi

Image: Alex Saberi

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


night lake

7 Responses to “The Peace of Wild Things”

  1. Beautiful Perfect and So True . . .

    “For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free”.

  2. This is so beautiful and can really feel the power behind these words…many blessings x

  3. I admire Wendell Berry for the way he lives his life. I enjoy reading his prose and his poetry. And I love this poem.

  4. Beautiful. Thank you. The words catch the paradox of our earthly life and touch me in that knowing place.

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