lagniappe No. 25

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 to 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 i am free.

wendell berry



stevie said...

That's a beauty...you're killing me, KC.

Anonymous said...

KC- it's so beautiful...i keep coming back to it and reading it again and again. Cat

KDC said...

nice reminder!

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