Between the Lines

Patti RussoM.S., CPT Certified Poetry Therapist
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Poem for February 2018

"Poetry, like bread, is for everyone."
          -- Roque Dalton
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, from The Selected Poems of Wendell Berry. Copyright © 1998.

Writing prompts:

Where do you go to reflect and recharge? Some go for a walk in the woods while others might go to the mall. How do you cope with stress?

Finish this sentence: When despair for the world grows in me I ....