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
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
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Writer(s): Wendell Berry
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