Saturday, October 1, 2011

wendell berry and the peace of wild things on a bad day...




















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.



19 comments:

Elizabeth said...

That poem is nearly -- if not entirely -- biblical in its holiness. Thank you for posting it -- I hadn't thought of it in a long while.

I'm sorry you're having not so good days -- I send you healing thoughts and prayers.

lilylovekin said...

Thank you so much for this wonderful poem, it was so needed and your kind comments to me re: my mother. It is so good to know I'm not alone. Lorrie

ayala said...

Beautiful. Prayers and good wishes being sent your way.

Kay L. Davies said...

Oh, Leslie, what a beautiful photo to accompany these words of wisdom.
I often fret (uselessly) about my family on the west coast, living on an earthquake fault line, especially my youngest brother and his children. I wanted them to move out here to the prairie. My sister-in-law said, "I'd rather die in BC than live in Alberta" and I nearly cried, thinking of their youngsters (soon to be 10 and 8).
I am going to try to remember The Peace of Wild Things, and Wendell Berry, next time I start fretting.
Luv, K

Laura Delegal - Leroy Photography said...

Beautiful bird and words ... God bless

Francesca said...

I hope you're having better days, Leslie. You take incredible photos of nature and wildlife.

Vera said...

What a wonderful poem!
Gorgeous photo!

Beth said...

There IS holiness and wisdom in that poem and talent in the matching of it with the superb photo. Ministered to me---thank you. :>)

Loree said...

'I come into the presence of still water'. I love that. Somehow they feel like such healing and soothing words.

Jodi said...

I've been feasting on all the visual beauty of these last couple of posts that I've missed. This spot is a treaure trove - never doubt it.

S. Etole said...

Praying, my friend. May His peace be within you.

Tracy said...

Oh, these words... Wendell Berry has long inspired me. I am sorry you're in an uncomfortable spot just now, Leslie. Sending much LOVE and HEALING vibes. :o) ((HUGS))

Nancy said...

It's really hard to have a favorite Wendell Berry quote, but this is one I return to often. Hope you found peace, friend.

rebecca said...

i know these words...they cut so close to the bone, but i did not know that someone i love is calling out bad day!

i love you friend.
and will hold you close until you say enough.

xoxooxoxoxox

Claudia said...

the presence of still water...yep - that's a good place to rest our head..peaceful leslie...love the tranquility

becky said...

Oh, Leslie...this is an incredibly beautiful piece of poetry and I need to go where you've been...as you say, nature calms the spirit. Makes me think of Myakka River Park...

♥ w o o l f ♥ said...

yes, yes, yes and yes.
oh yes!
i feel this.
n♥

Dianne said...

Beautiful... I love Wendall Berry too.

Joy Lake said...

Great post and what a pretty photo. I love birds. You seem to have a lot of herrons around where you live.