Occoquan's Serenity

"THE PEACE OF WILD THINGS" by Wendell Berry

When despair grows in me...
I go ... 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.