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Life feels like a lot right now. I googled poems about peace and found this one. I'm posting a few random lines that I loved.
"The
Peace of Wild Things"
and I wake in the night at the least sound…
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief…
For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
— Wendell Berry
Read the rest of the poem here.
Anastasia has the Poetry Friday roundup here.
Love that 3rd stanza! Thanks for participating in Poetry Friday!
ReplyDeleteLove Berry's work and that poem is one of my favorites.
ReplyDeleteThat "forethought of grief" gets me every time.
Must be a Wendell-Berry-kind-of day. Just finished reading Mary Lee's post with another Berry poem. Thanks for sharing this one.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful lines!
ReplyDelete"I rest in the grace of the world"-so lovely Carol. Hugs to you!
ReplyDeleteWishing for some peace for you, Friend.
ReplyDeleteFor a time
ReplyDeleteI rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
This is a poem I was meant to read today, thank you Carol...and peace be with you, too.
For a time
ReplyDeleteI rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
This is a poem I was meant to read today, thank you Carol...and peace be with you, too.