The Peace of Wild Things By Wendell Berry
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“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.“
By Wendell Berry.
What a beautiful poem/ writing….that I am almost ashamed to say I have not ever read……. it is fitting and lovely
Thank you for sharing it!
Susan M.
Thank you
I’ve been moved, inspired and instructed by Wendell Berry’s books, essays and poems for decades, taken into such different places and times and deeply rooted communities so unlike the newly built 50s-60s suburbs full of strangers where I grew up. I was sad but grateful to read that he had recently passed peacefully at his beloved home farm at 92. His writings stirred and challenged so many of us to look at so-called progress and modernity with more critical eyes in ways that our educations did not, asking “What Are People For?” and bringing us into his communion with the natural world. His life and works are a grest blessing and solace, and a call to action on so many fronts facing us now. May peace be with you, Wendell Berry, and thank you with all my heart.
Thanks Linda you touched the heart as he dead.
A beautiful poem, and so appropriate for what we are going through in our country today. Thank you.🙏🏼
Like a drink of cool water and a shade tree on a hot day. How much we need these words in the midst of turmoil and tumult. Thank you.