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.
It is always a draw to me as to where we find peace in our story. May you find some today!
monos en theos † jas L
Shades of Gray - Denison TX 
All those straight lines from the vegetation contrast nicely with the slightly curved back of the bird and its S-shaped neck.
Steve……….thanx you for the comment from your well practiced eye. I am so encouraged by your healthy comment. Now to get back off my arse and to the field…monos en theos…jas L