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 the peace of wild things

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

rest in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.

i come into the peace of wild things

who do not tax heir 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.

welcome to coffee hour.

welcome to this Sunday morning.

just BE.

robin.