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This Weekend, This is What “Wild Things” Brings to Mind

October 18, 2009

I’m taking a class at my church right now on Wendell Berry, and slowly, naturally, like water in earth, I am absorbing this man and his words. This poem in particular struck me and left my heart reverberating, like a violin string.

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

(I think Max would approve…he and Wendell might understand each other…and perhaps share a wild rumpus together. I really need to see this movie.)

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