The Peace of Wild Things by Wendell Berry
“When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least soundin 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.”
Let us pray. Lord, quiet our minds to rest in the beauty of your creation when fears of the day invade the peace of our nights. Amen.
Jill Liedtke
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