I’m currently in the throes of trying to clear out my various inboxes (email, paper, etc) and bits of paper that have piled up around. Amongst them, there is this poem my friend Mary shared with me that I really like (which is exceedingly rare, as I generally hate poetry that isn’t made into song), so I thought I’d share it with yall.
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.