IN THE GRACE OF THE WORLD

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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.

Another deceptively simple poem full of information, emotion, and elegant description of a man`s love and wonder at the world of Mother Nature, in whose warm and tender embrace he lay down one day to write his love letter of the heart to her.
No more need be said.
Berry Finish Crop-sm
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