BLUE HERON OF LOUISIANA by Marcia Baldwin
This poem was submitted by Judie from Florida. Thanks so much, Judie! I was not familiar with this wonderful poem.
THE PEACE OF WILD THINGS
When despair of 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 Barry