I planned to write someÂthing myself about this phoÂto, but realÂized nothÂing I could write would comÂpare to this poem, my favorite poem, by Kentucky’s own author, poet, farmer, and philosoÂpher, Wendell Berry.
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 beauÂty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with foreÂthought
of grief. I come into the presÂence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waitÂing with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
~Wendell Berry
You can lisÂten to Berry read his poem here:
https://onbeing.org/poetry/the-peace-of-wild-things/
