The Peace of Wild Things

When Meg Wheatley came to stay, we had a long, lively conversation over dinner with friends about how we bring our leadership into service to work on the most important challenges we face - and how we sustain ourselves and each other through these tough times.   She read us this lovely poem from Wendell Berry, reminding us that we have all we need around us to help us persevere.  There are many special places on Llananant Farm to find the peace of wild things.

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, "The Peace of Wild Things" from The Selected Poems of Wendell Berry. Copyright © 1998. Published and reprinted by arrangement with Counterpoint Press.