Patti Russo, M.S., CPT Certified Poetry Therapist
"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.
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 ....