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 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. ― Wendell Berry, The Selected Poems of Wendell Berry

When I read this poem from Wendell Berry my thoughts immediately go to how many people and even myself at times dwell on the possible problems of the future. Pollution, economic turmoil, degradation of morals and ethics among people, all the possibilities of all the things that can turn bad.

This poem however doesn’t leave us with those thoughts, it reminds us that nature goes on about its business and when we spend time there seeing this we can be restored with a hope of better days and be filled with a desire to see it come to be with action.

What we do today and tomorrow matters! It’s easy to have a grim look on the future and give up and do nothing but better is the life that pushes on, sees the possibilities of a better world for our children and grandchildren and does everything we can to make it a reality.

Be restored and rejuvenated as you come into “The Peace of The Wild Things” that’s what this poem says to me.


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