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 life 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 fore thought of grief. I come in to 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…
Some beautiful lines, written in a diary year’s back, came back to enchant the mind when least expected… 🙂