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



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Writer(s): Wendell Berry
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