Words for Wednesday: Peace

The Peace of Wild Things
by 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.

2 Responses to “Words for Wednesday: Peace”

  1. cbear Says:

    Thank you so much for posting this poem. It is just what I needed to read and to think about right now.

  2. lyric Says:

    Next time we are in the same place – let’s sing.

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