Wild peace...


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

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  1. A perfectly lovely statement on life! May we only remember these words throughout the year. Thank you!

  2. Merry Christmas Christi

    This is exactly how I feel while enjoying the serenity of my pond.

    Wishing you a Blessed New Year.

  3. I love this poem.. Wendell Berry is one of my favorite poets.. and what a beautiful image.. happy holiday and wonderful new year!

  4. Thanks so much for the posting, I copied it onto my blog as I thought it was such a peaceful thought...blessings in the new year