APOSTOL ENTERPRISES
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 forethought of grief. I come into the presence of still water,
and
I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting for their light.
For
a time, I rest in the grace of the world and am free.
Wendell Barry
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