When despair grows in me
and I wake in the middle of 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.
Love this poem! I wrote it out in my wee Book of Comfort 🙂
Happy Nurturing Thursday x
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cheers, Claire 🙂 Happy Nurturing Thursday, too ❤
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Yes, sometimes it seems like the more we know, the more we worry. Nature is the ideal antidote!
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yes, it is, Meg 🙂 thank you ❤
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This is wonderful —
I always leave with a smile! Thank you for being a part of Nurturing Thursday!
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my pleasure, Becca 🙂
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