The Peace of Wild Things

I appreciate the poet Wendell Berry, who is a believer who is now making a name for himself, even in very secular anthologies. Here is one of my favorites:

The Peace of Wild Things (Wendell Berry)

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 with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.