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
Poems of Faith 
Hi Wendell – very nice – I can identify as I live on the edge of the a wild woodworld and feel the same. I want to escape people – many people do – all the complexity.of clashing types with little self knowledge. Yet are we really honest about the savage wild? I love bird song – so revitalising.
You do have the poet’s tone. It might be worth adding in some metaphors? Shakesepare’s has a rare trick of switching adjectives. e.g. golden sun rises in east and shines through your window – he says sun rises in “golden window” of the east.
I like the idea that animals are not filled with forethought of grief and fear of death (we think).
My own blog is (googling) “annisbetweenworlds”- I am passionate about Shakespeare and write about him there – as well as theology.
I recently wrote about encountering a blue tit which “spoke” to me- which really amazed me .It seemed to have memory…and a purpose. Rather human.
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Thanks Alison; my name is Mark, and the poem is actually by Wendell Berry, a well know American author and poet. My blog is a collection of different poets, mostly Christian in character. Take a look at some of the other posts,including some more of Wendell Berry’s; I am sure you will enjoy them! I also enjoy the genius of Shakespeare; of course he is regarded by most as the world’s greatest playwright, but what is less will know is the fact that many regard his Sonnets as some of the greatest poetry too! I look forward to reading your blog. Mark
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