"Fire is motion / Work is repetition / This is my document / We are all all we've done / We are all all we've done / We are all all we've done / We are all all defenses."

- Cap'N Jazz, "Oh Messy Life," Analphabetapolothology

Tuesday, July 03, 2007

the peace of wild things

for today, a poem
that a friend recited
while we were having breakfast in a ger on the Mongolian steppes.

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


remaerdyaD said...

Wow, that totally connects with me and mine wildlife. The day the bombs fell on Baghdad I came out from underground and almost immediately started this relationship with a young heron down by a river. Every year I long to see it (along with two others now) again, but the river is too low ATM... Peace for sure.

stephan!e lee said...

aaw, that's almost as lovely as the poem itself! what a great (and peaceful!) message for today.

i have my own peaceful hideaway in a thick copse of woods near home. a fallen tree where i lie down and look up through a small window in the trees, tucked away and out of sight.

thanks for sharing, R.