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

One thought on “Still Water

  1. Beautiful. Wendell Berry’s words are treasure. Thank you for posting. This is not the first time I have had the pleasure of experiencing this poem, but this time I found the idea of “day-blind stars waiting with their light” particularly wonderful.

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