The Peace of Wild Things - Wendell Berry
Saturday, January 16, 2016 at 8:18AM
Peter Neary-Chaplin in Poems, Wendell Berry, earth poems, ministry of words, natural theology, nature poems, poems, poetry

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

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