Tuesday, December 28, 2010

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.




3 comments:

  1. Anonymous9:59 PM

    The Wendell Berry poem is beautiful and just what I needed today. Thanks.

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  2. I love this poem. I taught it to my tenth graders every year.
    margo

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  3. Margo,
    What a wonderful thing to enhance what young people already know intuitively. Yes!!

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