When despair grows in me
and I wake in the middle of 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 for their light.
For a time I rest
in the grace of the world,
and am free.
the peace of wild things
really beautiful poem. this is the first time i've ever read this one thanks for sharing and have a great weekend.
this is beautiful and exactly what I needed right now.
just wonderful! thank you for introdusing it to us : )
Serene and peaceful. Thank you.
my mother has had this poem taped to her kitchen window for years. thank you for reminding me of it.
Thank you so much for sharing. It's a poem that touches my core.
beautiful poem.. thanks for sharing.. i really love your blog entries, images ect, found it inspiring...
your blog is absolutely amazing!!
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