I heard this long ago:  Mind your mind and steady yourself,
for there is a stillness within you that has never been disturbed.
May these words find a landing place within all of us now.  Amen.

The Peace of Wild Things

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 from The Selected Poems of Wendell Berry.  Copyright © 1998.