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The Peace of Wild Things
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The Peace of Wild Things
by Wendell Berry
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 might 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.
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
Details about the participant
- ID: 21700
- Category: Writing
- First Name: Sofia
- Age: 17
- Country: Argentina
- City: Buenos Aires
