From Kelsey Loomer's blog
Sweet Mess, I found words of comfort in light of the darkness of the week.
image by Kelsey Loomer
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 to 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