Sunday Selections


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.

“The Peace of Wild Things”, Wendell Berry

7 thoughts on “Sunday Selections

  1. My spiritual director has a saying, “Move at the pace of nature.”

    I think Mr. Berry shares the sentiment.

    Wise counsel in these unsettling times.

    Wishing you a peace-filled Sunday.

  2. One of my favorites. The Mad Farmer poems have a permanent spot on my coffee table.

    It was so great to see you the other day! Must. Do. More. Often.

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