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, from The Selected Poems of Wendell Berry. Washington, D.C.: Counterpoint, 1998.
perfect selection for your last Sunday post (until next year)! Wendell Berry has certainly captured my heart - thank you for sharing another one of his beautiful poems.
ReplyDeleteAlways one of my favorites and especially poignant right now.
ReplyDeleteGreat poem! I see that you are also a fan of Anne Of Green Gables!
ReplyDelete"I rest in the grace of the world". I love that line. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. I'm with Margene... that line just makes me relax and breathe easier...
ReplyDeleteOne of my very favorite poems! There is just so much peace in the words -- and I can use that right now! XO
ReplyDeletebeautiful!!
ReplyDeleteThat is one of my favorites as wel. Thank you, this is much needed.
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