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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 I am free.
Wendell Berry
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