Just a Thought: Wendell Berry

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The Peace of Wild Things

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.

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