Tuesday, August 12, 2008

The Peace of Wild Things

I may have posted this before - but I felt the need to read again, and thought others might as well:

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.

~ 'The Peace of Wild Things'
by Wendell Berry

1 comment:

Diane Davis said...

i absolutely love this.