woods

When despair for the world grows in me 

I go and lie down where the wood-drake rests in it’s beauty by the water and the blue 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 waters and feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light. 
And, for a time, I rest in the peace of the world… 

And I’m free… 

-mr berry

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