Friday, March 09, 2007

Let's go

The Peace of Wild Things
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.


3 Comments:

Blogger Gannet Girl said...

So lovely, and reflective of exactly what I do, too.

March 09, 2007 7:30 AM  
Blogger Theresa Williams said...

Cynthia, why don't you post a short essay for the poetfan contest? Double check to see if Berry is on the list: or choose any author from the list! It will be a good chance for you to step out in some new shoes!

March 09, 2007 3:17 PM  
Blogger Lisa :-] said...

Me. This poem is about me (with the exception of the children's lives part...)

March 09, 2007 10:12 PM  

Post a Comment

Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom]

Links to this post:

Create a Link

<< Home