The Peace of Wild Things.....Wendell Berry

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 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 the time. I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.