Sometimes it is difficult for me to slow down when life becomes hectic, even when I know that slow down will provide respite. I discovered this poem by Wendell Berry a few years ago, and it is an elixir to me…..a literary deep, cleansing breath.
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 –