Peace of Wild Things

I was feeling a little restless the past couple of days and stumbled upon this poem in a book I should turn to more often, Good Poems, compiled by Garrison Keillor. It's at times like tonight where I remember the word of  the Lord can speak in many different fashions - song, art, poetry, dance and more.  Isn't that a wonderful gift that God can't be contained? 

I think so.

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