Sunday, April 24, 2011

THE PEACE OF WILD THINGS - Sunday Poetry



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



April is poetry month. I find this poem by Wendell Berry especially moving.
A blessed Easter to those celebrating.
Peace, hope, love and joy to all!

2 comments:

  1. Happy Easter (and I hope you get lots of chocolate!)

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  2. Thanks, Cindy. This poem is lovely.

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