The peace of wild things
by Wendell Berry
When despair grows in me
and I wake in the middle of 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 for their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
PSALM 148
Let all things praise the Lord: men and angels, the heavenly bodies,
the elements and the earth, and all things thereon.
1 Praise ye the Lord. Praise ye the Lord from the heavens:
praise him in the heights.
2 Praise ye him, all his angels: praise ye him, all his hosts.
3 Praise ye him, sun and moon: praise him, all ye stars of light.
4 Praise him, ye heavens of heavens, and ye awaters
that be above the heavens.
5 Let them praise the name of the Lord:
for he acommanded, and they were bcreated.
6 He hath also stablished them for ever and ever:
he hath made a adecree which shall not pass.
7 Praise the Lord from the earth, ye adragons, and all deeps:
8 Fire, and hail; snow, and vapour; stormy awind fulfilling his word:
9 Mountains, and all hills; fruitful trees, and all cedars:
10 Beasts, and all cattle; creeping things, and flying fowl:
11 Kings of the earth, and all people; princes, and all ajudges of the earth:
12 Both young men, and maidens; old men, and children:
13 Let them praise the name of the Lord: for his name alone is
excellent; his aglory is above the earth and heaven.
14 He also exalteth the horn of his people, the praise of all his
saints; even of the children of Israel, a people near unto him.
Praise ye the Lord.
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