If you're struggling to push through a difficult time, let me share with you a poem by Dylan Thomas that helps me. When I read it, I think strength, persistence and fight. It's called do not go gentle into that good light. The last two lines have become my motto. I hope they encourage you as they have me.
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 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.
A space for me to empty my brain of all the poems, letters, and half-finished stories that swirl around in my head all day.
Monday, March 24, 2014
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