Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Peace for All. If Only!

          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.