The Peace of Wild Things
The pond in spring …
When I was in the process of painting this I thought of Wendell Berry’s poem, “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.
This is an image I see often during spring on the pond in my back yard. The same geese return year after year to nest in the same places. A lovely ritual of life that pleases me to witness. Now I’m pleased to share it with you.
Painting is available with the rustic frame ready for hanging. 8”x10” oil on stretched canvas. $250. $200 without frame.