The Peace of Wild Things

A good friend from days gone by

sent me a poem via FB messenger this morning.

You know,

there's nothing random about kindness ~

about thoughtfulness

or compassion.

I believe that when we give these pieces of ourselves ~

when we pour out our lives in the

consideration and care of those around us

{or those an ocean away!}

it matters.

It chips away at the darkness that can, at times,

seem to have a bolder, louder voice.

But no understanding gesture,

no matter how 'small,'

is ever without influence.

A moment can change,

some one's countenance can change,

a day - even a life - can change...

 ....or a friend can find the words to express what a fun afternoon walk

with a puppy really meant to her.

{Thanks Gillian}

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.

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