The Peace of Wild Things
Submitted by Annie on Wednesday, 25 November 2009View Comments
When despair for the world grows in me,
And I awake 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.
—Wendell Berry, “The Peace of Wild Things”
From The Green Devotional, Active Prayers for a Healthy Planet, by Karen Speerstra (Red Wheel, 2009).
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