I came across this truly lovely poem by American poet Wendell Berry and wanted to share it, how it offers a quiet space to simply be:

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 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.