Thursday, November 10, 2016

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

1 comment:

  1. I know that feeling well. As you may remember, my eldest is a birdwatcher. When things are tough I go with him and watch the birds going about their business, unaware of all the turbulence in the world. It never fails to calm me. There is a tower that we climb, and I've sat there in winter watching the sun set in the afternoon, with glorious winter light, a peregrine sat on the fence beyond us. It's a memory I hold close. Sending you a hug. CJ xx


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