A Poem for a Thursday #28

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Wendell Berry is an American poet, essayist, novelist, and environmentalist. He lives on a farm in Kentucky. He strongly believes that frequently too much importance is placed on wild lands without a proper appreciation for farming.  Berry's poetry "celebrates the holiness of life and everyday miracles often taken for granted."

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. 

The Peace of Wild Things
Wendell Berry

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6 comments

  1. Ohhh that is so beautiful, and exactly what I needed today.
    "I come into the peace of wild things
    who do not tax their lives with forethought
    of grief."

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  2. I love Wendell Berry's writing! Thanks so much for sharing this. Just wonderful! :-)

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    1. I don't know much about his writing. I stumbled upon this. I'll have to read more. Do you have any particular recommendations?

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  3. I love that poem- i have a copy of it typed up and sitting right beside my chair.We have blue herons in the marsh close to our house and it's so lovely to watch their grace and beauty.

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    1. How lovely to live by a marsh and to watch blue herons!

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