Primitive Christianity Revived, Again
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
Just beautiful. Thank you for sharing this.
That is so beautiful. Thank you for putting it on here.
This Is Absolutely Beautiful! =)) Thank Thee For Posting It Here, Friend!! =)))
There's a lovely four-part choral setting of this poem, and of course right now I can't remember the name of the composer. My online search indicates that several composers have set it, but I've only heard one, which was exquisite. When I can find the composer, I'll post the name (and if I can find a YouTube performance, I'll link to that). Of course the poem stands by itself perfectly well.
Lovely, thanks for sharing.
Just what I needed. Thank you friend. :)
Hey Philip! If you ever find it, I would love to hear it!
I don't have a link for you, but I found a nice recording on YouTube, by the NJ All-State Chorus. The 4-part setting is by Joan Szymko, but this YouTube post does not credit her. So go to YouTube and search on "The Peace of Wild Things" and "NJ" and you should be able to find it. The only video component is a still photograph of autumn leaves by a lake, but the audio is pretty good. Listen to it with the text of the poem in front of you, as (at least on my tablet) the sound is not crystal clear. But I do think the music does the poem justice.