Tuesday, 14 May 2013

A gift

I would like to share one of the gifts one of my readers sent me.

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 think this sound track is very fitting

 

Thanks Gale for making me aware of this poem by Wendell Berry.

1 comment:

suz said...

lovely - thanks for sharing it Helen