The Peace of Wild Things

I've been enjoying Wendell Berry poems lately, specifically his Sabbath poems, which are occasioned from his walks on his days of rest (which is a beautiful way to birth a poem, if you ask me).

And I love this one. The last line of this absolutely pounds against me - because it is true and I'm challenged to remember that.

I hope you enjoy this one here to hear him read it. (Also the last section of this one is astonishing)

The Peace of Wild Things - Wendell Berry

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.


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