The Peace of Wild Things Written and read by Wendell Berry.

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.