In Worship: The Peace of Wild Things
I’ve posted this poem by Wendell Berry before, but with the snow coming down, I have been thinking about it again. God’s creation has a way to still our hearts – his presence surrounding us through the created things. While I can’t go outside and lie down and look up at the starts (there’s seriously a lot of snow here), I love to look at the falling snow – the silence in its sheer volume today overwhelms me. It turns my heart to glorify its creator, my creator.
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.
— Wendell Berry
My husband, David, made this video a few weeks ago. I love it.