When despair for the world grows in me ... 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 his poem "The Peace of Wild Things"
In the midst of my overwhelm, I have been seeking and finding grace (my word for the year).
I "consider the lilies of the field".
I "walk by faith, not by sight" and in that faith find "the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen".
And all is well.