<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Poetry on arun.zechariah</title><link>https://zech.in/tags/poetry/</link><description>Recent content in Poetry on arun.zechariah</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Fri, 21 Aug 2026 16:52:47 +0530</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://zech.in/tags/poetry/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Peace of Wild Things</title><link>https://zech.in/posts/the-peace-of-wild-things/</link><pubDate>Sun, 28 Jan 2024 02:16:01 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://zech.in/posts/the-peace-of-wild-things/</guid><description>&lt;blockquote class="posterous_short_quote"&gt;&#10; &lt;p&gt;&#10; When despair for the world grows in me&lt;br /&gt;&#10; and I wake in the night at the least sound&lt;br /&gt;&#10; in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,&lt;br /&gt;&#10; I go and lie down where the wood drake&lt;br /&gt;&#10; rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.&lt;br /&gt;&#10; I come into the peace of wild things&lt;br /&gt;&#10; who do not tax their lives with forethought&lt;br /&gt;&#10; of grief. I come into the presence of still water.&lt;br /&gt;&#10; And I feel above me the day-blind stars&lt;br /&gt;&#10; waiting with their light. For a time&lt;br /&gt;&#10; I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.&#10; &lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>