"The Peace of Wild Things" by eudora

"The Peace of Wild Things"

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.
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.
A lovely capture
April 21st, 2024  
April 21st, 2024  
Not only is the picture and the lighting gorgeous, so is the poem. I imagine your world seems quite tumultuous at times. Praying for you!
April 22nd, 2024  
A wonderful wild flower and I am so sorry that many people destroy this beauty forever.
April 22nd, 2024  
What a beautiful poem Diane and such a pretty illustration for it with this photo
April 22nd, 2024  
Beautiful poem, your capture fits it.
April 23rd, 2024  
@olivetreeann Thank you for your prayers, Ann. My granddaughter lost her other grandmother last week, and I thought of her (and all of us) when I read that poem. She has lost 2 grandparents in 6 months. Nature can be a real comfort.
April 23rd, 2024  
@eudora True, but I think it is the Lord working through the world He created that is the most comforting of all.
April 24th, 2024  
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