Sunday, August 15, 2010

Day 128: The Peace of Wild Things

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

I recently stumbled upon this special poem.  I found it on the same day my sister, Kathleen emailed me this photograph of this colossal heron taking off at the river.  She is making a beautiful life for herself.  One of the things she does regularly is to get up at dawn and go down to the river for a connection to nature.  She plays her wooden flute and sometimes takes photographs.  I believe this poem was written for her.  


  1. What an absolutely gorgeous photo! AMAZING! Perfect with the poem, too...

  2. Os that ok if i post this beautiful poem on my fb wall? with credit of course!
    appreciate it