The Peace of Wild Things...and Ultrarunning

I know, it's poetry, and as I've often said, most of you probably can't hit the DELETE key fast enough.

But, it's short, and beautiful. You should invest the 30 seconds it will take, and will thank me.

The Peace of Wild Things - Wendell Berry

(Via Hecate, here)

 

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.



On the trails I at one with the peace of wild things, and my psyche is renewed.