Wednesday, April 01, 2009
"the grace of the world"
From another great collection of poetry, News Of the Universe: Poems of Twofold Consciousness, edited by Robert Bly:
"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 for 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.