When despair for the world grows in me,
And I wake in the night in fear . . .
I go and lie down where the wood drake
Rests in 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.
I rest in the grace of the world and am free.
– Wendell Berry
Look to this day
for it is life
the very life of life.In its brief course lie all
the realities and truths of existence
the joy of growth
the splendor of action
the glory of power.For yesterday is but a memory
And tomorrow is only a vision.
But today well lived
makes every yesterday a memory
of happiness
and every tomorrow a vision of hope.Look well, therefore, to this day….
~ ancient Sanskrit poem ~