The Power of Words

I am a great believer in the power of the unexpected as you may have guessed from my posts.   For as along as I can remember I have kept journals full of quotations, photos, letters, passages from books....anything that has moved me in some way.   I mentioned a little while ago that I was having trouble sleeping and that I was trying meditation using CDs that my DH had purchased for me.   One of them ended with the most beautiful poem by 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 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 


Coincidentally, I was to make skinny pages for an exchange with the theme  "The Essence of Dreams" so I used this gorgeous poem as my inspiration.