The Peace of the Wild Things

Never much of a poet or a poetry buff myself, this one has always stuck with me, ferociously, stuck to my heart.  This year has been too much.  

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

 

 

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2 thoughts on “The Peace of the Wild Things

  1. Michelle LaMattina Mullen says:

    Thank you, Jenna. I was pregnant with Mia when 9/11 happened and thought, “How can I bring a child into this world?” In despair over what is happening in Boston, I thought this again. At the same time though, I am so grateful for the innocence of these girls, for the hope they carry with them daily, and for my hopes and dreams for them as they forge a trail of kindness, love, and respect.

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