“The Peace of Wild Things”― Wendell Berry, The Selected Poems of 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.
When the world had gotten too much and you cannot function because it has failed you or because your body had betrayed you, reach for peace. Shut out the world of man and enter into your world of peace. Never stay there forever, but go there when you need it the most. Find your peace and protect it at all cost…