When we despair…

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.

Wendell Berry, “The Peace of Wild Things” from The Selected Poems of Wendell Berry. Copyright © 1998. Published and reprinted by arrangement with Counterpoint Press.
Source: Collected Poems 1957-1982 (Counterpoint Press, 1985)

Listen to an Interview with Wendell Berry that is sure to right yourself in this tumbling world, so increasingly difficult to understand.

4 Comments

  1. Berry is one of my favorite writers and thinkers about the land and our relationship with all living things. A farmer from a family that has farmed the same Kentucky farmland for more than 200 years, he has an important perspective. He is very wise.

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  2. Reblogged this on Poetic Champions and commented:
    Thanks to my blogfriend, Dancing Echoes, for passing this along. A most wonderful poem by Wendell Berry.

    It reminds me of my old friend and schoolmate, John Marquand, who takes some of the most wonderful bird photographs I’ve ever seen.

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