For my cousin and loyal friend Denny who sadly lost her very short fight against cancer after only 9 weeks.
When despair grows in me and I wake in the middle of the night
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 forethoughts of grief.
I come into the presence of still water
and 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.