The Peace of Wild Things

A favorite poem of mine.  Indeed, a prayer.  I fall into the words and embrace the meaning. I lay still and for a time I am free.  As I stand once more, I am ready to move forward. Move forward indeed.

My hope is each of you find poems or other writings that have similar power for you.

The Peace of Wild Things

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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