Daily Poem: The Peace of Wild Things ~ Wendell Berry
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 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.
Milky Way: Incredible Night Landscape Photography by Andre Brandt
