When despair 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 for their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
The peace of wild things... usually wild and peace would not be used together. But calling these animals, like the heron (also a great symbol), wild says a lot about how we live. These griefless, tax free, graceful, peaceful, and free animals are the narrator strives to be when he/she is in despair.
ReplyDeleteThis reminds me of my dad, who for whatever reason says he worries about me the most. He should go find a place where the drakes rests or herons feed.