Inspired by Wendell Berry’s The Peace of Wild Things

Despair for the world
   also wakes me.
I fear for my family,
   my city, my world.
I cry for the wood drake,
   the water, the heron.
I mourn for the voices of peace.

And then I remember the poet
  Who calls me

To see peace in the wild things
To rest in their grace
To still for a time

        and be free.