There is no question, all around us this world we live in feels broken; sometimes beyond our imagination that repair is possible. We each carry it differently. In our fear, it may emerge as a weight or a depression. We may express it through blame or projection to the “other.”
There is an alternative to our encounter with “the broken places” that can allow us to carry this burden with a lightness; with what author Richard Rohr calls a “bright sadness.”
The weight or despair does not disappear, though we can be in a different relationship with it; a rest or a grace that brings some freedom around the constriction.
This poem is a favorite for its gracious invitation to allow the beauty of the created world all around us to offer us peace - the gift and freedom of still water.
The Peace of Wild Things
-- Wendell Berry
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 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.