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 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.
When I read inspiring words like those of Wendell Berry, I become a better writer, and in the case of Mr. Berry’s work, a better person. If we want to write well we must read the authors whose words strike us clear to the soul and stay in our hearts forever.
I share with Wendell Berry, a fellow Kentuckian, a love of the land, a reverence for the peace of nature. When I find myself shattered by what is happening in this crazy world we live in, I, like Wendell, go back to nature. It is in nature that I regain my connection with reality, I discover my own humanity. When I walk in nature I realize, I have all that I need, I am more than enough. It is in nature that I find a clear reflection of the self I would like to be.
Take a walk in nature, feel the breeze on your face, sit in the silence of the trees, come to know the vibrations of the earth. If you watch and listen this short video The Peace of Wild Things you will understand what I mean.
If you have not read anything by Wendell Berry, pick up a book of his poetry, a book of his short stories. His words have the power to renew your soul.