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 on the water,
and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethoughtof grief.
I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind starswaiting for their light.
For a time I rest in the grace of the world
and am free.
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