The Peace of Wild Things

One of the reasons that I decided to start blogging is to have a place to share my collection of inspiration with friends and colleagues.  This poem has always resonated with me.

 

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 is 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

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