The Peace of Wild Things – Poetry Thursday

Post Series: Poetry Thursday


Wendell Berry writes of feeling free in the presence of ‘still water.’ His phrase reminds me of the snow resting outside. Standing in it  grounds me; quiets me. It helps me feel at peace.

The Peace of Wild Things

by Wendell Berry

When despair 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 for their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

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