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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

Comments

[zalena.livejournal.com]

Very nice. I love Wendell Berry's poetry, though I hear he's a real pisser in real life. My teacher studied with him.

And I love the Juniper icon. I've probably mentioned this before, but after 9-11, when I was feeling so anxious and terrible, reading Juniper & Wisechild really helped me confront my fear of evil and mortality.

The Children of Green Knowe books, particularly the later ones in the series were also helpful in giving me some perspective.

[porfinn.livejournal.com]

Thank you. I have missed your poetry posts. I was hesitant to nudge you about them because...well..you have been busy.