I’m not much for poetry (mostly because I feel a lot of it goes right.over.my.head) but I read this the other day and it made me feel better about things that are happening in the world right now. I hope it will have the same effect on you.
The Peace of Wild Things
When despair for the world grows in meand I wake in the night at the least soundin fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,I go and lie down where the wood drakerests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.I come into the peace of wild thingswho do not tax their lives with forethoughtof grief. I come into the presence of still water.And I feel above me the day-blind starswaiting with their light. For a timeI rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
Happy Sunday, all.