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\u2019s lives may be,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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<\/p>\n\n\n\n
by Wendell Berry<\/p>\n