Poetry Friday: Needed Today, Some Peace

Poetry Friday is hosted by Tara at  A Teaching Life.

I am having a rough fall. Teaching, medical, world events, and anxiety makes it difficult to post consistently. When I found this poem on Facebook this week it was a perfect poem for me.

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

Wendell Berry, “The Peace of Wild Things” from The Selected Poems of Wendell Berry. Copyright © 1998. Published and reprinted by arrangement with Counterpoint Press.
Source: Collected Poems 1957-1982 (Counterpoint Press, 1985)
Wendell Berry reads the poem HERE.
And a photo that gives me peace:


Happy Friday.

Happy Poetry.