3.13.2009

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

3 comments :

  1. feels peaceful here. hope you are well and getting glimpses of spring at the lake.

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  2. I saw swallows today! I felt like spring was on their wing.

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  3. Beautiful poetry and I have seen the herons here feasting upon the fish... I just love these wonderful birds!

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