A favorite poem of mine. Indeed, a prayer. I fall into the words and embrace the meaning. I lay still and for a time I am free. As I stand once more, I am ready to move forward. Move forward indeed.
My hope is each of you find poems or other writings that have similar power for you.
The Peace of Wild Things
When despair for the world grows in meand I wake in the night at the least soundin fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,I go and lie down where the wood drakerests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.I come into the peace of wild thingswho do not tax their lives with forethoughtof grief. I come into the presence of still water.And I feel above me the day-blind starswaiting with their light. For a timeI rest in the grace of the world, and am free.