Poetry:

    I want to share two poems that seem appropriate for these times of sadness, rememberance, and fear.

    This one is by Wendell Berry (my favorite author of late)…

    THE PEACE OF WILD THINGS

    by Wendell Berry

    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.

    The next poem is much older and is found in the third chapter of the Biblical book of Lamentations. Chapter 3 is an acrostic Hebrew poem (translated into English in the link I provided above).

    What is moving about this poem is how Jeremiah (who is believed to have written the poem) finds space for hope and praise in the midst of a very bleak expresssion of grief and despair over the total destruction over the city of Jerusalem.