“The Peace of Wild Things” by Wendell Berry (1968)
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.
Background music Comfortable Mystery 2 – Film Noire by Kevin MacLeod License: Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 licence. https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/.
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