Thursday, August 4, 2011

A Poem of Comfort

Some days are too hard for words. This week has had several of them.  When I am heavy with the weight of the world, when sadness overcomes me, I turn to this poem for comfort.

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 I am free.

-Wendell Berry


luckybunny said...

This is one of my favorites! I have it on my blog as well, it is perfectly written isn't it? :)

Victoria Strauser said...

Yes, I believe it is. Thanks for visiting!

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