The Peace of Wild Things

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 the beauty on the water...

and the great heron feeds...

I come into the peace of wild things...

who do not tax their lives with the 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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