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.
Me too....
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Me too....
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The poem reminded me of you. I need to get out into nature more. You do well to ride your bike so often in nature settings.
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