Wendell Berry’s The Peace of Wild Things

I believe I have posted this poem before as it is one of my favorites.  As I was searching for a prayer about nature this morning, I came across this poem on another blogpost, literary lew.  (read the post here.)  Some mornings, the blogger should be less concerned with crafting words and rather, just enjoy the craft of others.  What a gift this morning.

The Peace of Wild Things

When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least soundmarshland
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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