Wednesday, May 1, 2013

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 I am free.

--Wendell Barry


  1. Gorgeous serene post for today. Your posts are a whiff of serenity. Thank you.

  2. Thank you for your kind words. It is easy to be inspired by the beauty and serenity of the Oregon Coast.