THE
PEACE OF WILD THINGS
Wendell
Berry
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 and the great heron feeds.
I
come into the peace of wild things
who
do not tax their lives with forethought
or
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.
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