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The Peace of Wild Things, 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 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.


Finding rest in the ways of nature. Make time for the this summer.



Contact Info: Ruth@InspiredtoLead.ca; RUTHESAU.com



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