When despair for the world grows in me
I go and lie down where the wood-drake rests in it’s beauty by the water and the blue 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 waters and feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light.
And, for a time, I rest in the peace of the world…
And I’m free…