thanks to skygypsy

[chelidon]

A lovely, fey poem. It's a good day to live life.

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

Comments

[mystfemme.livejournal.com]

Oh, how I needed that. Thank you.

[chelidon.livejournal.com]

Always glad to pass on good poetry. I love how it's a sweetly poetic way to say, "breathe." :>

[morrigandaughtr.livejournal.com]

Thank you for this. :-)

[chelidon.livejournal.com]

My pleasure! Like I said to mystfemme I think my favorite thing about this poem is that it's such a wonderfully luscious way to say "breathe." :>

[skygypsy.livejournal.com]

:)
~&hearts~