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.
~by Wendell Berry
I came across this poem the other day and it resonated with me deeply in these troubled times. I’m hoping to share more poetry – committing at least once a month to seek out a poem that has personal meaning and also embellishes my photography.
May your Thanksgiving holiday be filled with the presence of love, family, friends and peace.