~THE PEACE OF WILD THINGS~

When dispair for the world grows in me

and I wake at the least sound

in fear of what my life and my childrens 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 take thier lives with forethought of grief.

I come into the presence of still water.

And I feel above me the day-blind stars

waiting with thier light.

For a time

I rest in the grace of the world,

and am free

-Wendell Berry