The Peace of Wild Things

"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

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 with their light.

For a time

I rest

 in the grace of the world,

and am free."

A poem by Wendell Berry