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The Peace of Wild Things, Wendell Berry

When despair grows in me

and I wake in the middle of 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 in the water, and the great heron feeds.

I come into the peace of wild things…