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.
THE COASTAL CRONE 
Jo Nell such a thoughtful and encouraging poem. Have a wonderful week-end. Virginia
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You always provide encouragement! All ok here – hoping for rain tomorrow.
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Beautiful.
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I am glad you liked it. Thanks for the comment!
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Perhaps we are the only species that worries more about tomorrow than today. Good reminder on perspective.
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Yes, I think we are. I have to work at worrying less but I think I am getting better as I get older. Living today is the most important thing. Thanks for the comment and visit!
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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
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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!
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Beautiful, haunting, embracing……….many night I wake and walk outside in the moon light and listen to the night creatures as they whisper their words of comfort……………beautiful………thank you!
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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!
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Love the ‘peace of wild things’ too. beautiful poetry – thanks !
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Yes, it is beautiful poetry. Thank you for commenting.
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This is so beautiful that it’s worth saving to read again and again to remind us of the healing power of nature.
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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.
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I think I must follow your example somehow, find this peace. This was absolutely beautiful both in its expression and thoughtfulness.
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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!
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Thank you for sharing this poem. It lifts my heart. I love Wendell Berry!
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I just discovered him – very interesting. Thank you for taking time to visit my blog and comment! I must check out your blog.
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What an amazing poem – thanks for bringing it to my attention. I needed that – as a reminder to lose the worry, and just live in the NOW.
Nice to meet you – I found you in Kathy’s blog.
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Yes, I needed it too as a reminder to worry less! Nice to meet you also. It is fun to find other blogs via those we may follow. Thank you so much for taking time to comment and say how you found me.
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I’m following you – you have a great blog!
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Definitely food for thought! Thank you for liking my posts.
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It is always a pleasure to visit your blog!
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Wonderful poem. Thank you for sharing it. 🙂
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I am glad you enjoyed it. Thanks for the comment and visit.
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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? 🙂 Thanks for posting it.
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Yes, he can be handy! I have been missing posts also as I rely on my Reader for most blogs. Thanks for the thought to check on me. I haven’t been posting much lately.
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What a wonderful poem. We all need the serenity to see how everything that comes our way is for the best. Thank you for again liking my blog.
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I always learn something from your blog when I visit.
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