Pause.

When despair 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 for their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

Wendell Berry. “ The Peace of Wild Things.”

O my Beloved, you are my shepherd, I shall not want; You bring me to green
pastures for rest and lead me beside still waters renewing my spirit, You
restore my soul. You lead me in the path of goodness to follow Love’s way.

Nan Merrill. Psalms for Praying. From Psalm 23.