When despair grows in me
and I wake in the middle of 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.
I am learning to rest in the grace amongst wild things.
God fill my belly with the bread of life.
Open my eyes to your will.
Fill my heart with your compassion.
Inspire my mind with your wisdom.
Give me the courage to pray for others.
May I no longer fear touching the other.
Come. Come fill our hearts with the peace of wild things.
In the name of Jesus, who is the bearer of all proximity.