I’m assuming that I will get back to reading and writing on my own in time, but for now it’s really good to be hanging around friends who are not only well-versed but who share sound-bites with me to mull on.
This sound bite bought to you from Julie.
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 for their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.