I have just pre-ordered the new Penguin edition of Wendell Berry's The Peace of Wild Things anthology.
This is one of his - and one of my favourites. I have asked for this to be read at my funeral. Thought some folk might enjoy it too, so here it is:
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.
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