The Peace of Wild Things by Wendell Berry

For some reason, once fall peaks out its beautiful head, I tend pick up the poetry books that have been sitting on my shelves gathering dust. One of my favorite poets is Wendell Berry.  I am a big fan of his poetry and prose, mostly because he can describe a scene in nature like no one else.  This poem is definitely a favorite. There’s just something to be said for nature’s calming effects in the midst of all the chaos.  I plan to sit outside for a while today and take in the beauty.  I hope you will too.

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.

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