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Tuesday, November 17, 2009


Now, God be thanked Who has matched us with His hour,
And caught our youth, and wakened us from sleeping,
With hand made sure, clear eye, and sharpened power,
To turn, as swimmers into cleanness leaping,
Glad from a world grown old and cold and weary,
Leave the sick hearts that honour could not move,
And half-men, and their dirty songs and dreary,
And all the little emptiness of love!

Oh! we, who have known shame, we have found release there,
Where there's no ill, no grief, but sleep has mending,
Naught broken save this body, lost but breath;
Nothing to shake the laughing heart's long peace there
But only agony, and that has ending;
And the worst friend and enemy is but Death.

(Rupert Brooke)


Dean Lewis said...

I know this rain can be depressing, but .... .
Sounds like you are on your way out. ?

Benjamin Madison said...

We're all on our way out, Dean.

Dean Lewis said...

Well, .... sure .
And that's why if we live each day as if it's our last, one day we'll be right. :)
This photo and the verse gave me pause to wonder if there would be anymore daily photos from Benjamin Madison.
Glad to see there more.
Keep on clicking BM, and long may you post.

Benjamin Madison said...

Thanks for your concern, Dean. I'm fine.

Dana said...

This is such a beautiful photo coupled with a beautiful poem. It made my morning. Thank you!