"THE PEACE OF WILD THINGS"
by Wendell Berry and adapted for New Zealand by me.
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the middle of the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down in my kayak where the pukeko
rests in his blue beauty in the wetlands, and the kingfisher 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.