I’ve had this poem for a few weeks now, and I’ve been rereading it periodically. I knew I wanted to share it here the moment I read it. It reminds me of another great quote I once read (can’t remember where, sorry), “Any animal can swim. It is only man who thinks, and panics, and drowns.” (That’s not 100% true, as not all animals can swim, but I like the sentiment.)
The Peace of Wild Things
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.