The Peace of Wild Things

09 July 2017



The below poem goes along with my post from last week about letting go.   Nature is always a good aid.


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.
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
 

1 comment :

  1. That's why I love spending time in nature so much. Really helps bring perspective and helps me realize that all of the craziness in the world isn't as important as it seems sometimes.

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