The Peace of Wild Things by Wendal Barry

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 to 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 dayblind stars
Waiting with their light.
For a time, I rest in the grace of the world and am
free.

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