"The Peace of Wild Things"

I found this poem the other day:

"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."

? Wendell Berry

It struck a chord with me, a lovely piece. It's been a hell of a day today, un-blocking a cat and doing my first enterectomy among other things so it was lovely to have a walk by the Clwyd in St A with Flint to un-wind.