Sunday, December 21, 2008

a note on the longest night

When despair grows in me
and I wake in the middle of 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 for their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

-Wendell Berry, The Peace of Wild Things


Grey Horse Matters said...

Beautiful sentiments.

The picture conjures up peaceful feelings of a cozy place in which to dwell.

Have a lovely holiday with your wonderful family.

billie said...

You too, Arlene!

jme said...

i love this poem. there is something about reconnecting to the natural world that serves as a tonic for all of our troubles - recognizing that we are a part of those rhythms and that magic, and letting ourselves be in harmony with it seems somehow to make everything alright, and, in an odd way, maybe that's what freedom is. sorry, rambling aimlessly again ;-) but thanks for this. i will have to add it to my collection for future reading and contemplation.

billie said...

jme, I think of it as an easy way to find balance, and although it isn't difficult at all, it's remembering to do it that most folks find hard.

The wonderful thing is that it's not only free, it's all around us. Even in a big city, the sky is always up there.