What we need is here.

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.
Now geese appear high over us, pass, and the sky closes. 
Abandon, as in love or sleep, holds them to their way, 
clear in the ancient faith: 
what we need is here. 
And we pray, not for new earth or heaven, 
but to be quiet in heart and in eye .. clear. 
What we need was, is and will always be .. here.