The Peace of Wild Things

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



Mr. Stephens,
What a wonderful company, what a wonderful message and what a wonderful product.

I’ve tried to contact you and/or some decision maker about a significant error on all your labels that creates a serious flaw in your credibility. I’ve been unable to get anybodies attention through social media and customer service.

Just so you know, I’m not a crazy person or an extremist advocate nor am I a simple busy body. I just want to point something out and my other efforts have failed.

Tom Kelly
Mont Vernon, NH