The Peace Of Wild Things.

[Tilly2]

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.

Of late, I have taken great comfort from this poem by Wendell Berry.
I find it soothing and just thought I'd share it with those who might appreciate it

[Peaspeculiars]

Thanks for sharing Tilly, lovely and very dreamlike. I'm always glad when the stars come out, as you know that they are always there whatever happens or changes within the day gone by.
x

[Tilly2]

I'm pleased that you enjoyed it, peas.

[leahbee]

Makes me feel so peaceful reading this. Thank you Tilly.

[Tilly2]

It's very grounding, leahbee. You are welcome.

[woofgang]

Thank you, its lovely. I didn't know this poet before you posted it. I like this one too. Its the last verse that I find particularly comforting
Arthur Hugh Clough. 1819–1861

Say not the Struggle Naught availeth

SAY not the struggle naught availeth,
The labour and the wounds are vain,
The enemy faints not, nor faileth,
And as things have been they remain.

If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars;
It may be, in yon smoke conceal'd,
Your comrades chase e'en now the fliers,
And, but for you, possess the field.

For while the tired waves, vainly breaking,
Seem here no painful inch to gain,
Far back, through creeks and inlets making,
Comes silent, flooding in, the main.

And not by eastern windows only,
When daylight comes, comes in the light;
In front the sun climbs slow, how slowly!
But westward, look, the land is bright!

[Tilly2]

I like that too, woof. Another comforting poem. Thanks for posting it.