The Peace of Wild Things

November 18, 2019

DAILY READINGS

Luke 21:1-4
This weekend’s scripture: 2 Corinthians 8

FIELD NOTES

For today’s meditation, read through the following poem a few times, carefully considering the words, message, and what it means to you. Then offer your reflections and thoughts to God in prayer. 

A Poem by Wendell Berry:

THE PEACE OF WILD THINGS

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.