A progenitor of joy seen from the trail near Bantam Lake ~

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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

Toni 11/19/13

Day 19

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3 thoughts on “THE PEACE OF WILD THINGS

  1. Wendell Berry took the words out of my mouth (if I had the wits to get them there in the first place), but that feeling of being just out and over the edge of the world, with all its pushes, pulls, and perils when I’m in the woods, shrubs, and fields? Well, that IS a balm for a world-weary soul and, yes, it gives me a sense of grace and hope. Thank you for putting this poem in front of me, Toni.
    Patty

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