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 from The Peace of Wild Things And Other Poems (Penguin, 2018)
Despair is deafening all around us and it deadens our souls like dry branches that can easily be crushed into pieces. There is universal despair that humanity faces and then there is local despair that is unique and thus restricted to local cultures. We only need to watch the latest news, be it local or global. Despair can drown us into further despair like a downward spiral movement. Korean culture likes to rank things, first in class, second in art competitions, third in book sales, so forth, and so on. It does not take long for me to hear news about some dubious ranking Korea finds itself in. Number one in fastest aging OECD nation in the world, number one in senior poverty, number one in lowest childbirth rate in the world, etc. It is depressing and thus has ample reasons to be drowning in the pool of despair. Then there is despair that is closer to home. Despair in the form of fear of the unknown and uncertainty or what Berry later calls “forethought of grief” whether it pertains to my life or my children or loved ones.
While I do not have the luxury to “lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water,” I am fortunate enough to have spent the last two plus months here at Yangpyeong where I have witnessed wood drakes and great elegant herons feeding and flying above me almost daily. I have also witnessed an incredulous change of season from early spring to early summer, from the cherry blossoms to yellow cosmos (or “Cosmic Yellow”) that are dotted against the backdrop of vibrant greens everywhere. The half-flooded rice paddy fields are now covered with new shoots sprouting from the mirror-like calm shallow lake, faithfully reflecting the surrounding green hills and mountains. The rice paddy fields are like a boundless container that holds them all, from lake to mountain to even the sky.
Seemingly, there is a parade of wild living things: insects and animals that come out ready to see the world and play. Butterflies, dragonflies, mosquitos, spiders (big ones), not to mention ants are all major small players. Why is it that swallowtail (or spotted) butterflies are so attracted to Cosmic Yellows? I hear the frogs cry when the sun goes down from the rice paddy fields. Why do they croak and cry? I was told male frogs are the ones calling, trying to attract female frogs. Not so subtly, they are holding dance parties every night on rice paddy fields. The sound of frogs in particular reminds me of my young summer innocent days when I used to visit the countryside where my mom was born and grew up. Just last night, as we were driving to our place, my wife and I saw a shiny frog hopping and crossing the street right in front of us. I caught the sight and asked my wife, “Did you see that?” “Yeah,” she said, and we both chuckled in disbelief. It was a real live frog playing the “Frogger” arcade game. I am happy to report that the frog won the game and made it to the other side of the road, safe and sound.
Then there is water whether it is rain, creek, or river. Water does not and cannot defy gravity and always obey the law of gravity. It always seeks and flows to the lowest point. Even when spring gushes out from the ground, it is because there is a body of water that pushes to the lowest point to force water out somewhere else. Water that is living and that gives life to everything around it is humble and does not seek attention. The other day, after rain, the speed of water picked up showing its force and power. The “power” of water is such because it always obeys the natural law. The power comes from the law of nature, not apart from it. Water embodies the presence of humility in its purest form. The hypnotic sound of water flowing from creeks and rivers soothes and heals the depths of all souls.
Last fall, my wife and I brought some flower seeds from the US to gift our host since she loves growing flowers. I often hear her talking to the flowers in the mornings. We carefully selected the ones that we thought could do well in Korea. It turned out that she planted those seeds this spring. Soon after we arrived, she made a point to show us several flowers growing all charming and dainty, showcasing their demure beauty. When neighbors and others walk outside in front of our place, I could overhear some of them muttering, “Wow, those flowers are so pretty.” One of the seeds we brought was none other than California Poppy. It is a piece of “home” blossoming right in front of our yard.
“The wild things” possess the gift and lesson of presence and they do not tax their lives worrying about what is next. Jesus was so right. It makes my heart so glad and full to know that Jesus was not a “classroom” teacher. The grace-filled divine lessons are all around us if we take the time to pay attention to the natural world. “For a time I rest in the grace of the world, am free” is my confession as well.