The Peace of Wild Things

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.

Wendell Berry, The Selected Poems of Wendell Berry

Photo John Baumann

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6 Responses to

  1. Barbara Estinson says:

    “The Peace of Wild Things” is beautiful .. perfect with John’s photo … and so timely. Thanks, Sandy.

  2. Rich Hepworht says:

    Craigfactor has become one of my favorites. I look forward to it everyday. Today’s selection was particularly meaningful. Thank you.

  3. Jesse says:

    Ahh, serene … 🙂

  4. Kathy says:

    Just beautiful in every way.

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