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 in 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 the the day-blind stars waiting with their light.
For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free
- Wendell Berry