I can remember sleepless nights when I was at my farm in the pines near Noel, Missouri. I would walk out to the barn lot and have a midnight visit with the dogs and little goats. Sometimes an emu or two would drift up to the fence to join in the join in our quiet chatter. There was no pressure, no rush, no noise - just a group of friends sharing the peace.
Serenity can be difficult to come by in our bustling and complicated world, and sometimes the most disruptive noise is that which comes from within. Poet Wendell Berry offers a path to inner-peace by taking a detour through nature. It is a road I have wandered - and will again.
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 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.