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 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..........."THE PEACE OF WILD THINGS"....by Wendell Berry.

"Never miss the moment even if you miss the shot !"