When despair for the world grows in me ... 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, from his poem "The Peace of Wild Things"
When I read this in the Verse and Voice e-mail from Sojourners today, I thought of the place where I have always felt that I could "rest in the grace of the world". Where there is water, and wild things. Over the years that place has been considerably tamed, but when sitting on the porch, looking out over the water, it's easy to forget that.