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Peace of Wild Things

Updated: Mar 21, 2020

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 Who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief.

I come into the presence of still-water. I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting for their light. For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.



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