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Article 4

 

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 the time
I rest in grace of the world, and am free.

- Wendell Berry (Courtesy: Ramona, California) 

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