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.


Copyright 1998 by Wendell Berry From The Selected Poems of Wendell Berry (Counterpoint, 1999)
author bio:  https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/wendell-berry#tab-poems
author website:  http://www.wendellberrybooks.com
interview with bill moyers:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2ejYAfcjJmY

photo:  Guy Mendes