This Week Sundays Are For Poetry

I’m not much for poetry (mostly because I feel a lot of it goes but I read this the other day and it made me feel better about things that are happening in the world right now. I hope it will have the same effect on you.

poor meadow for carole kntis

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 am free.

Happy Sunday, all.

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  1. Erica says

    That poem is so lovely; a friend shared it at a meeting several months ago, and it has been so nice seeing it pop up again this week, a week that definitely needed that sort of reminder. Happy Sunday to you!

  2. says

    I’ve read some of Wendell Berry’s environmental essays and fiction, but didn’t know he was also a poet. His message here is much-needed and well-heeded. Thank you!

  3. Jo says

    My apologies. You have graced us with your daily posts and Sunday cruised right by without a ok at the computer. Thank you for posting this lovely poem–it is a no longer forgotten favorite.

  4. Susan says

    I read very little poetry. I have a few favorites from among the poets I studied in grammar school, high school, &college, but even though I have a cousin who has published a couple of books of his poetry, I rarely make time for it. However, this poem really spoke to me in light of all that is happening in our world. Thank you for sharing!