The Peace of Wild Things
by Wendell Berry

When despair for the world grows for 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 dayblind stars,
waiting with their light,
for a time, I rest in the grace of the world,
and am free.

29 thoughts on “A POEM FOR THE NIGHT…

  1. I wonder how many sleepless nights we have as we think of the future and our children’s children .. And wonder what kind of a world we leave them…
    Too often we have stared into the darkness of our own imaginings…. Let us join in the NOW of our tomorrows And live in the Moment… I so hope we can unite in our thinking of our presence, of Love and Light..

    A Beautiful poem my friend …. Know that more and more of the collective are joining their thoughts for a brighter Future
    Much love and Light
    Sue xox


    • Yes, I wonder what the world will be like when my grandson is my age and I am gone. I try to live in today and turn away from darkness and look to the light. Thank you for sharing your energy and thoughts!


    • I thought it was haunting too. My dark imaginings seem to come in the middle of the night more often as I get older but there is peace in the moon light. The Tin Man has a beautiful and good heart!


    • Yes, there is a healing in nature and you have such glorious nature all around where you live. Husband found this poem somewhere and shared it with me. He knows I often have dark imaginings! Thanks for the visit.


    • I have to work at finding peace every day even in the simple things of life and let go of worry. This poem really touched me and I am glad that you appreciated the message. Sunshine and light are good! Peace and joy to you!


  2. I don’t know how I am missing your posts. I was about to come to see if I had missed something when you appeared on The Fuzzy. Thanks. I don’t forget you. I am scattered, you know. This really is a wonderful poem. Husband is handly, huh? šŸ™‚ Thanks for posting it.


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