I’ve been thinking about and searching for peace after the turbulence of the past few months and came across this poem. I hope it brings you peace, too.
The Peace of Wild Things
By Wendell Berry
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.
Deb,
Thank you for posting this poem that is a constant reminder that we need quiet places where we can find rest in the midst of turbulence and stress. I hope peace is finding a resting place for you.
What a breath-taking final line — “rest in the grace of the world, and am free.” Beautiful poem, Debbie. I’ve been thinking about you these past few weeks, and I pray you and your family are finding the peace that you need.
This is so beautiful. I have been following your path both personally and professionally and find such motivation and strength in your work on yourself and your craft. Thank you.