Monday, December 17, 2012

Monday Nature Quote

photo by Terry Foote on Flickr

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

4 comments:

  1. I have always loved this poem. After the horrible events at Newtown, it is so important to re-read it and remember the grace of the world.

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  2. Nice poem, seen it many times.

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  3. Yes, my fall-back poem for days like these.

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  4. Lowered my blood pressure. Thanks.

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