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.
--Wendell Berry
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