This Wendell Berry poem has a somber beginning but soon picks up pace . It's written with a vivid ease. The line ... " And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light "... serenely beautiful. A perfect, uplifting foil for the Sunday morning papers.
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 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.