The Peace of Wild Things
I know many of you are waiting for a health update after so much prayer and love over the past few weeks. I am slowly recovering and trying to write. Today was the first truly beautiful day this spring. Despite my exhaustion from driving myself to the doctor, waiting, having blood drawn, having a mast cell reaction to the receptionist’s hand lotion, grabbing a few things we needed at the store and driving home in time to pick up Danica at car rider, I felt this deep need to meet God outside. Instead of coming straight home and falling into bed I pushed my body and surprised Danica with a drive to Quail Hollow State Park. I brought my camera. I breathed deep and long, and my heart slowed for the first time in a long time. This is how I feel in the woods, on the trail and by the pond. This is how I feel walking the labyrinth in prayer. This is how I feel with the breeze in my hair and the sun in my face. This is how I feel when I quiet the noise and listen to His voice. I find Peace in these 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.–Wendell Berry
SarrahApril 13, 2015 at 6:29 pm (8 years ago)
Beautiful. Nature’s healing is wholesome healing. Love you. Proud.