9 June 2010

The Peace Of Wild Things

When despair grows in me
and I wake in the middle of 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 for their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free
by Wendell Berry

2 comments:

Madalena said...

So beautiful my dear Ant. I miss you! Kiss. Stay free. O will try to be free too...

Unknown said...

Miss you too dear Ant. Love