Thursday, May 18, 2006

wild things

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


Blogger Naturegirl said...

Peace be to you today and every day:)

6:34 a.m.  
Blogger TraceyF said...


9:18 p.m.  

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