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 am free.
— Wendell Berry
Though this poem is helpful to me, too I made a poster of this for a restless girl I know, threw it it with bottles of Christmas Absolut and Hpnotiq. And a few other things. Here’s the poster, OK for 20 minutes work on Christmas Eve as I headed out of work (I was already off the clock)
