Berry Heron poem flickr photo by NomadWarMachine shared under a Creative Commons (CC BY-NC-SA 4.0) license
Today’s TDC says:
Poet and environmentalist Wendell Berry has died at age 92 Make some art in his memory – maybe illustrate one of his poems or write one inspired by his words.
I love The Peace of Wild Things, so I looked through my Flickr albums and found a photo of a heron, taken last year – probably at Mugdock.
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.
