Wendell Berry

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 might 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.

For more information to help the wild horses check out Carol Walker, American Wild Horse Conservation and The Wild Beauty Foundation

By Lauren Harmon of Shamish, a wild stallion in the Red Desert complex in Wyoming.