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International Wildlife Day


The Peace of Wild Things

By Wendell Berry


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 might 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. From the Selected Poems of Wendell Berry (Counterpoint, 1999)

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