MS (8.4.1929 / Marton, Lancashire)

The Peace Of Wild Things

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.

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We are all one, after all. Why not celebrate that glorious truth. A simple poem that says it all. Blissfully. Thanks for the link too. I've put the date in my diary. love, Allie xxxx
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M. Its a beautiful piece and I want to know what is behind it. I can't find the details. Precise link please? t xx