” The Peace of the Wild Things” a poem by Wendell Berry

The Piece of Wild Things…

When despair for the world grows in me

And I wake up 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 I am free.