"The Peace of Wild Things"
“When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in 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.”
- – Wendell Berry, Openings
God of grace,
Guard us from fear and guide us
To a place of trust filled hopefulness
And hope filled trust.
You are the God who feeds the birds of the air,
Though they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns.
You are the God who clothes the lilies of the field,
Though they neither toil nor spin.
What we need,
You already know.
What we strive for,
You have already provided.
In you we find our rest,
Our place, our peace.
Though we are prone to wander
Prone to despair,
Lead us by the true light
Of your eternal love
And we will again be comforted.
Compelled to receive the gift of today
Concerning ourselves not with tomorrow
Called into this moment
Free, faithful and forever beloved.
In the name of the Father, Son and Holy Spirit,