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Monday, January 12, 2009

The peace of wild things

The Peace of Wild Things
by Wendell Berry

When despair grows in me
and I wake in the middle of 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 for their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

Original oil painting by Drew Keilback

May you be blessed with a peaceful heart today.

1 comment:

  1. Oh, Susan, what a beautiful way to find the peace inside in a world screaming to make us unsettled.

    Thank you for sharing this beautiful truth.