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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
~ December Views ~
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A perfectly lovely statement on life! May we only remember these words throughout the year. Thank you!
ReplyDeleteMerry Christmas Christi
ReplyDeleteThis is exactly how I feel while enjoying the serenity of my pond.
Wishing you a Blessed New Year.
I love this poem.. Wendell Berry is one of my favorite poets.. and what a beautiful image.. happy holiday and wonderful new year!
ReplyDeleteThanks 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
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