Wendell Berry is one of my favorite poets. One of the best artists and writers Kentucky has ever produced. I’m loving this poem of his this morning…
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 in to 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.
-The Peace of Wild Things
It reminds me of the passage in Matthew 6 where Jesus talks about how God feeds even the sparrows, and clothes even the flowers of the field. The birds to not worry about what they will eat, and the flowers don’t worry about their clothing situation. So why should we, being God’s treasure, worry?
It’s as if Jesus is saying, “If I can take care of all the wild things, I will take care of you.” It’s a simple truth, but oh so hard to grasp sometimes.
Sometimes we need a lesson from the wild things to put things in perspective. Sometimes we need to rest in the grace of the world to help us understand our own place in life.
We never know what day-blind stars are out there, waiting with their light for us to see them.
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