>>> >>>I found this poem recently and love how it reflects peace >>> >>> >>>The Peace of Wild Things >>>> >>>>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. >>>> >>>> >>>>--Wendell Berry, Openings, 1968 >>>> >>> >>> >> >
