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Woods
by Wendell Berry
I part the out thrusting branches
and come in beneath
the blessed and the blessing trees.
Though I am silent
there is singing around me.
Though I am dark
there is vision around me.
Though I am heavy
there is flight around me.
And of course, the Peace of Wild Things
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake i the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I got 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 int he grace of the world, and am free.
No Promises This Time 