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The Peace of Wild Things

July 22, 2010

I got a book of Wendell Berry’s poetry with the last of an Amazon.com gift card before we went camping. I didn’t read through much of it for time, but I love this one.

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 peace 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.


Matthew 6:25-26//”Therefore I say to you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink; nor about your body, what you will put on. Is not life more than food and the body more than clothing? Look at the birds of the air, for they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they?”

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One Comment leave one →
  1. July 22, 2010 4:18 pm

    Definitely a great one! I know you won’t be disappointed.

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