Thursday, October 3, 2013


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


  1. That is one mighty fine and true and soothing poem.

  2. Thank you. I took the dog for a walk in the woods today and felt just that peace. Reading this poem put me right back in that state. Thank you.

  3. Oh, oh, this made me cry a little bit,
    especially the last part where we see Mr. Berry himself.
    Thank you.
    Thank you.

  4. always, Always, ALWAYS a favorite. never fails to soothe and encourage.

  5. I just copied & emailed this to myself. I believe I shall take the kids to the park next to the lake today & think about this, & you & yours. Thank you.



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