Posted by: Inner~Creative~Voice | January 30, 2009

The Peace of Wild Things-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



  1. The peace of wild things is a nice idea, but life in the wild is a daily, bloody, savage struggle for survival. I love Wendell Berry, but it’s a bit presumptuous to assume that animals ‘do not tax their lives with forethought.’ Animals constantly amaze me with their intelligence and depth of emotion. The peace we find in nature is more of a construct of our own minds that allows us to escape that which vexes us.

    Works for me.

  2. I see your point. However, when I find that I am worrying about things that are really meaningless, in the long run, it centers me to look at nature. Yes, bloody, and savage…yet purposeful. I agree…the peace is my own construct…but seeing a bird fly…or catch its prey, gives me the sense of purpose that nature intends. It grounds me and helps me to reflect on my own spinning and toiling for mental graspings that are wasteful.

    Looking for the grace…even in the savage. simplicity in complexity

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