“The Peace of Wild Things”

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“The Peace of Wild Things”
By: Wendell Berry

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 the 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.”

May this summer provide you with moments of rest leading you to a season of inner peace.

“The Lord is my shepherd surely your goodness and love with follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.” Psalm 23