Into the Darkness

(Source for picture - University Lowbrow Astronomers -
http://www.umich.edu/~lowbrows/reflections/2007/mdeprest.27.html )






















Into the Darkness

The Twilit approaches and
so into the Darkness soon I must go.

Some plans are never completed.
And some songs are never sung.
Life has its share of Pain and Sorrow.
Life has its share of Laughter and Joy.

The Churn of Memories almost drown me
as I recall what is my life.
I can’t dwell in Sorrow,
I will not succumb to constant Tears.

And Fears and Shadows will
always dog me but a last – our troubles;
Are only part of life.
All Good times finally rest.

And Pain and Sorrow eventually fades.
I must draw my Strength in tomorrow.
Even as Twilit approaches and
despite not knowing what lies ahead.

Some things will never change,
the work, doubts, and strife.
But Good memories and
Love really never fades.

So, I walk with a smile and
briskly into the Twilit.
Light always follows Darkness.
And our memories of Love never fade.

Despite the Twilit and Darkness into
which I will bravely go.
Good memories strengthen me
and our love will sustain me . . .

as the Twilit approaches and
so into the Darkness soon I must go.

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. . . Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

Love never fails.

(Source -1 Corinthians 13:6-8 - http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1%20Corinthians%2013&version=31 )

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Do not go gentle into that good night

by Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night,
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 the 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.

(Source - Poets.org - http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15377 )

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