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.
I have so enjoyed your contemplative posts this week ~ the photos and the poetry. It has been a peaceful and inspiring place to visit.
Thank you ~~~~~
You keep introducing me to new poets. Thank you, thank you!
Thanks, Christine! I found a new book of poems by Wendell Berry that made me think of your meditations. Can’t wait to share them with you!
David, I just love your open-hearted welcoming for my little offerings! Poetry is so powerful in its ability to reach under our hearts and … tickle! 😀