The Peace of Wild Things
Posted October 22, 2012 at 6:30 am by Ian Byington
As the colors of the season turn, you can feel it coming…the time of the slower seasons ahead. (This was on the west side…)
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.
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Yes, and we are fortunate to have such places at hand.
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