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The poem <n>Adrift</n> by <n>Mark Nepo</n> from his 2015 book, <n>Inside The Miracle</n>.

From <n>Geloy</n>'s project <n>Things you wanted to say but never did</n>.

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