One thing I want to do more of this year is read poetry. While I haven't been as diligent about it as other little plans I have, I did come across the following poem at just the right time. It's one I've returned to and enjoyed reading again and again.

Maybe you might too.

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 about me the day-blind stars

waiting with their light. For a time

I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

By Wendell Berry