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 I am free ~
- Wendell Berry
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 I am free ~
- Wendell Berry
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