Tuesday, April 26, 2016

The Poet: Wendell Berry, "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

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