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.
— Wendell Berry
Ah, the peace and beauty at Waterloo Park in Denison! monos en theos….†…jim
Shades of Gray - Denison TX 
Spectacular photo…and thank you for sharing this beautiful poem. Made my day!
Such kind words in turn most assuredly made my days…….monos en theos…..j
Absolutely lovely, Jim!!
That I may know Him, and the power of His resurrection………. Philippians 3:10
This scripture is for us old guys to feel undefeatable:
Even youths shall faint and be weary,
and young men shall fall exhausted;
but they who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength;
they shall mount up with wings like eagles;
they shall run and not be weary;
they shall walk and not faint. Isaiah 40:30-31