I haven't shared this one for a while, but it's definitely time to share it again. Wishing you peace, friends.
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
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(Read the rest here.)
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9 comments:
Yes, peace of wild things. Thank you. :)
Yes! The poem for us all now, Karen. Wendell Berry from afar makes life better every time I read a poem of his. Best to you and yours for good health in this tough time!
One of my favorites. Thank you for offering it today. I am grateful that I can look out my window to see that peace every day.
Thank you Karen, and thank you Wendell. One of the things I threw in my bag when we got the notification that we'd be locked out of the school building was my hand-copied-on-an-index-card "The Real Work" that sat on my desk and now sits on my kitchen table/desk. Remembering every day to listen for the singing of this "impeded stream" world of ours.
Beautiful... I had not seen it before but I love the sentiment. Perfect for now.. thank you!!!
Thanks Karen for Wendell Berry's gorgeously centered poem–how timely and calming too. Be Well.
One of my favorite poems. Thanks for sharing it.
This is one of my all-time favorites and I've been thinking about sharing it as well. This poem never fails to soothe me. Thank you.
So lovely. Thank you for sharing.
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