Wednesday, April 04, 2018

NPM 4-4: The Peace of Wild Things

Today I'm sharing a poem by Wendell Berry. Give a listen.

The Peace of Wild Things
by Wendell Berry

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.

Happy Wednesday all.

1 comment:

  1. Ah. Our English teacher in high school used to recite this to us. Thank you.