Monday, August 3, 2009

The Peace of Wild Things

I'd like to Sarah Watts for this glorious poem in response to my post below. With many thanks,

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


mog-aj said...


JENN said...

That's a very nice piece of artistic poem...

So peacefully described....and soothing...