Monday, October 25, 2021

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

Margaret found this one.  Wendell Berry is an activist, an advocate of rural life and sustainable agriculture, and a theorist as well as a poet and novelist.  

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