Thursday, February 17, 2022

Thursday Poem - The Peace of Wild Things

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.

Wendell Berry, from Collected Poems


littlemancat said...

Beautiful! A favorite poem - and wonderful to hear him reading it.

Barbara said...

This is one of the loveliest photos you have ever posted and I have ever seen.

Mystic Meandering said...

Beautifully calming - both words and photo...

christinalfrutiger said...

I love this and what a stunningly beautiful photograph! Is that snow in the foreground?