The Peace of Wild Things

 I have to admit to finding this on someone else's blog but just thought I would share it here.....Peace for me is always found in the 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 to the place of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come to 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.

Wendall Berry
From the poem "THE PEACE OF WILD THINGS"