The Peace of Wild Things

The Peace of Wild Things
by 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.

This is one of my favorite poems and it was due time to post it for others to enjoy. May you come into the presence of still water and rest there, in the grace of God.

peace ~ deAnn

Photography (c) 2009 by deAnn Roe of Vertical Creativity
Lake Redman, October 2008