Nearly all of us spend too much of our lives thinking about
what has happened, or worrying about what's coming next. Very little can be
done about the past and worry is a waste of time. Here the Kentucky
poet Wendell Berry gives himself over to nature. [Introduction by Ted
Kooser]
The Peace of Wild Things
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.