The Peace of Wild Things

I came across this poem yesterday and it really touched me and spoke into my life.

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

(Poem by Wendell Berry, although I’ve changed the layout of the poem)

What does it mean to come into the presence of still water, I wonder.
I sense intentionality both in the seeking out of still water -and then subsequently in the resting/abiding in that place.

The image of day-blind stars waiting with their light, is also a very powerful image – suggesting to me that light will always overcome darkness.

And then I think of the owl, whose preferred time of day is actually night – or in the shadowlands of dusk and dawn, and who, while waiting for the right moment to be on the move, is part of the peace of wild things.

Can I enter that peace, I wonder.

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