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

As I was blog hopping this morning one of my favorite stops is 'Miss Booshay's' Quiet Life.  She always posts the most wonderful stuff and sometimes the words jump off the page and touch my soul.  
This is one of those pieces.
Thank you Donna.  

I need to go find the wood drake!!

Thanks for stopping by....Linda