Friday, October 18, 2013

Poem by Wendell Berry


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

Oct. 4 Interview with Wendell Berry by Bill Moyers:
http://billmoyers.com/segment/wendell-berry-on-his-hopes-for-humanity/

Editor's Note: Wendell Berry is not a Buddhist, but he says many wise things!

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