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.
I have come to know that it is necessary for me to be outside, preferably walking or sitting, in the presence of God and nature. I love the elemental rush of storms in Spring and Fall, the warmth of the sun in Summer , cold air on my face in Winter. It grounds me and centers me in my life.
The heavens proclaim God’s righteousness;
and all the peoples behold God’s glory.
– Psalm 97:6
I’m using the writings and encouragement of many people – including the daily common lectionary, this website, and this app, in my Quest for Mindfulness.