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


Lucy Ladham-Dyment said...

Very neat picture. Love the bottom left.

Ingrid said...

thank you for the lovely image and words. I shared them on my blog.

Jane@flightplatformliving said...

is that you artwork? it's amazing!