the peace of wild things…

When despair grows in me
and I wake in the middle of 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 for their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

– Wendell Berry –

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2 Replies to “the peace of wild things…”

    1. I do experience that, yes, most certainly. 🙂

      I suppose it’s also about perspective: there are reminders all around us inviting us to enter into a presence that stills and calms all that’s inside us; there is light (insights, forgiveness, healing, ephiphany or whatever it may be) waiting to replace the dark (a dark that illuminates differently thanks to those shiny stars); there is a constancy of grace that offers respite – and even freedom – from the limitations of our own selves.

      Maybe that is some of what I’m trying to say…

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