Poem for the day

Yes, obviously Blogger has been shutting me out all day, so I had a bunch of preformatted posts ready to go when they let me back in. Sorry for the deluge.

From a coworker, this excellent poem for the weekend ahead...

THE PEACE OF WILD THINGS
by 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 for their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.