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 childrens 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 wth the forethought of grief. i come into the presence of still water. and 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......
