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 a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
~Wendell Berry
Song: Holy Angels
Lyrics
You are held by holy angels
Holy angels all around you
"Hush, now, sleep child," sing the holy angels
"We are holding you. You can rest"
"Morning will come, child
The dawn will break through the darkness
We are holding you through the light of the newborn day"
© 2004 Sara Thomsen
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