"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 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."
- Wendell Berry
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