I come into the peace of wild thingswho do not tax their lives with forethoughtof grief. I come into

I come into the peace of wild thingswho do not tax their lives with forethoughtof grief. I come into the presence of still water.And I feel above me the day-blind starswaiting with their light. For a timeI rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
----Wendell Berry, The Selected Poems of Wendell Berry