Tuesday, August 3, 2010

The Peace of Wild Things...Wendell Berry

When despair grows in me
and I wake in the middle of 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 for their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.


  1. I love Wendell Berry! and I love NATURE, it always works to feed my soul and give me balance. Thanks for sharing.

  2. What an awesome poem. I agree, great stuff. Sis