and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
The trail |
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.
Crystal clear and ice cold |
Aspen leaves on juniper |
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
~Wendell Berry
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