November 24th, 2005
It's been a long time since I've been on, and now I'm back to once again try and get my community going.
For today's Turkey Day, I happened upon a lovely and dark poem that I hope you will all enjoy.
by Edward Thomas
Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain
On this bleak hut, and solitude, and me
Remembering again that I shall die
And neither hear the rain nor give it thanks
For washing me cleaner than I have been
Since I was born into this solitude.
Blessed are the dead that the rain rains upon:
But here I pray that none whom once I loved
Is dying to-night or lying still awake
Solitary, listening to the rain,
Either in pain or thus in sympathy
Helpless among the living and the dead,
Like a cold water among broken reeds,
Myriads of broken reeds all still and stiff,
Like me who have no love which this wild rain
Has not dissolved except the love of death,
If love it be towards what is perfect and
Cannot, the tempest tells me, disappoint.
There has been a lack of rain here lately... and the cold is coming upon us.
Does the change of season brighten your soul or bring you down?
Me, I love everything opposite summer. :P
Current Mood: hopeful
Current Music: Megadeth - Hangar 18