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
beautiful. thank you.
Thanks for your thoughts this morning Heather.
I hope you are well.
Sheila
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.
I really look forward to these lovely Sunday Selections. Each one is so beautiful, personally relevant and inspiring to me. Thank you!
xo
I’m so glad.
Hope you are well, my friend.
xo,
S
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.
Beautiful! I really love Wendell Berry’s work!