Blue Heron at Sunset (Photo by Wes Moody)
Blue Heron at Sunset (Photo by Wes Moody)

I planned to write some­thing myself about this pho­to, but real­ized noth­ing I could write would com­pare to this poem, my favorite poem, by Kentucky’s own author, poet, farmer, and philoso­pher, Wendell Berry.

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

You can lis­ten to Berry read his poem here:

  • Wes Moody

    Wes is a retired engi­neer. He and his wife live in rur­al Clark County with their dog and cat. He is a nature and land­scape pho­tog­ra­phy enthu­si­ast, and also enjoys hik­ing and play­ing djembe.