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!
Posted by Cindy at 6:15 AM