Monday, December 17, 2012

Despair and Grace

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


  1. wow...what beautiful words (especially at a time like this!) and your photos go along with it SO perfectly! beautiful post!!

  2. Beautiful post, Patty. It is indeed a sad time and getting back to nature is certainly a comfort. Not that I ever did, but more and more I realize how much I don't understand this old world we live in. xoDonna

  3. Perfect poem for this time. Love the photos of the birds, which accompany the words...

  4. Beautiful poem, especially at this time. Nature always gives me peace at heart. Your photos are fantastic and go perfectly with this poem.

  5. Such a beautiful...poignant poem - made even more so in light of recent tragedy and loss.


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