Friday, June 17, 2016

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 with their light. For a time 
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.


  1. This is the one we see here too, always standing along the water watching for something to eat.

  2. Nice piece of a wild thing. I like it.

  3. Lindo e bela fotografia.
    Um abraço e bom fim de semana.

  4. I love and relate to this poem RR, sometimes I do despair about the state of the world 😶 Lovely shots of the elegant heron, here and yesterday..

  5. An appropriate poem for such a distinctive subject!

  6. They are such proud looking birds.

  7. This poem is a great choice, thank you.
    Your photo is just brilliant, I love it.

    All the best Jan

  8. very nice....I am a fan of Mr. Berry


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