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.
  1. When despair for the world grows in me
  2. And I awake in the night at the least sound
  3. In fear of what my life and my children's life may be
  4. I go and lie down where the wood drake rests
  5. In his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds
  6. I come into the peace of wild things
  7. Who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief
  8. I come into the presence of still water
  9. And I feel above me the day-blind stars, waiting with their light.
  10. For a time, I rest in the grace of the world
  11. And am free!