Monday, May 13, 2013

Monday Meditation

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 

Thanks to my blogging friend Chronicles of a Country Girl for introducing me to this poem.
It's been an extremely stressful month. 
With little relief in sight.
So I do crazy things like walk the dog at 3:00am and listen to the owls
and look at the stars.

1 comment:

  1. I hope it improves, but I know it's all crazy. Hope to see you next time you get down this way.