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.

Wendell Berry.


Just felt a need to post this.

[Mamyalynne]

Beautiful x

[Tilly2]

It is, Mamya. Thank you.

[woofgang]

yes. this. Thank you Tilly.

[Patsy33]

Lovely...

[yogi-bear]

Really lovely, Tilly.......Just like you :-) x

[Tilly2]

I hope it helps on this awful day.

[Tilly2]

Just bumping this, as others might like it.

[marval]

Thank you Tilly, that is really lovely. Just what we need on a day like today.

[shoota]

I have a wood drake on my windowsill.

[gness]

Thank you, Tilly......xx

[Eleena]

I enjoyed reading that Tilly.