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 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.
~ ~ Excerpt from The Selected Poems of Wendell Berry,
Northpoint Press, 1998.
