THE PEACE OF WILD THINGS
This poem, written by Wendell Berry, was a Christmas gift from our lovely elderly neighbor. In the midst of so much turmoil in the world, it's comforting to be reminded of the tranquility of nature.
- •When despair for the world grows in me
- •And I awake in the night at the least sound
- •In fear of what my life and my children's life 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!