Monday, August 06, 2018

Solace in Nature ...

The Peace Of Wild Things

When despair 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 for their light. 
For a time, I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

Wendell Berry