Julé Cunningham on Nostr: When despair grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what ...
When despair 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.
-- 'The Peace of Wild Things' by Wendell Berry
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(Art credit: Pol Ledent)
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.
-- 'The Peace of Wild Things' by Wendell Berry
#VerseThursday #TodaysPoem #poetry #nature npub1kt3hutklgrma64ykjwk4trxq9rtyfnxhkjz729g4pd9xl7hzhrjse75004 (npub1kt3…5004)
(Art credit: Pol Ledent)