The Peace of Wild Things
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.
Wendell Berry
I love Wendell Berry and I LOVE LOVE LOVE HFJ!!!
Yes, to find peace and happiness in the present moment – no matter what we may be going through. It is possible and available to all of us.
Take care, Hollye.
Best yet, Hollye! I needed this tonight and will pass it on. Thanks!!
Ah…Wendell Berry. A good guy on so many levels. LOVE this poem!