THERE IS SOMETHING ABOUT THIS GRAPHIC THAT JUST HAS A HOLD ON ME...
IAMIGLOO POSTED A POEM SOME TIME BACK, THAT I HAVE FOUND TO BE SOMETHING ELSE I AM DRAWN TOO, WHEN I FEEL THE FOG START TO ROLL INTO MY DAYS, I WANT TO GO AND READ IT, SO I DO...
LIFE TAUGHT ME A VERY LONG TIME AGO, THAT THIS KIND OF PULL ON MY HEART, EMOTIONS, AND MIND SHOULD NOT BE IGNORED....
THEN ANOTHER THOUGHT CAME TO ME....
PERHAPS IT IS NOT JUST FOR ME.... PERHAPS GOD HAS SOMETHING TO GIVE YOU FROM IT ALSO... AT LEAST I AM HOPEFUL, THAT IS WILL SPEAK TO OTHERS AND WE MIGHT FIND THAT WHICH IS BEING OFFERED TO US...
BE STRONG!
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light
lockerridge