The Peace of Wild Things

Lana Holmes Earth Wisdom

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 

This is one of my favorite poems.  Each time it is read, it takes me into nature.  If I am unable to “be” in nature it takes me there in my mind and if I’m in nature, it amplifies the truth of the words.  And most of all, it is in the beauty of nature that I feel the most free and clear-hearted.

In love and service to life and all that bring life,