Peace
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Poem: 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.
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Poem: Desiderata
“Desiderata” by Max Ehrmann (1927) Go placidly amid the noise and haste,and remember what peace there may be in silence.As far as possible, without surrender,be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly;and listen to others,even to the dull and the ignorant;they too have their story. Beyond a wholesome discipline,be gentle…