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.

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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.