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 me, 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!
Dylan Thomas
A Poem from Kathryn Cressy
About 9 months ago, Rob and Megan met. Both coming from Bonaventure, And still paying off their debts. But in two months time, it was clear as day. Megan was in love, her smile was here to stay. She bragged to me about the flowers Rob gave her, when she got off the train. And the double umbrella they bought, So they could be together in the rain. Spending a day with them, there love was in pure sight. The way he rubbed her head as she drove, Or the way he kissed her goodnight. As we went for a ride one day, He told me flat out. Katie, I love your sister, she's the one I can't live without. I see my future with her, he said So in New York I will stay. Colorado can wait, I won't let her get away'. Rob was a gentleman, He held doors and all. So when God needed another angel, On him he did call. So we remember Rob today as a Son, Brother, and Friend. If you hear us Rob, all our love we do send. by: Kathryn Cressy
Prayer for Chaz Heron
We say a prayer for the safe retrun of Chaz Heron, cousin to the Peraza/Comber family and Commader, Navy SEAL/Army Special forces unit
Some Children Only Lent to Us by Edgar Guest
"I'll lend you for a little while A child of Mine," He said. "For you to love him while he lives, And mourn for when he is dead. It may be six or seven years Or twenty-two or three. But will you, till I call him back, Take care of him for me? He'll bring his charms to gladden you, And should his stay be brief, You'll have his lovely memories As solace for your grief. I cannot promise he will stay, Since all from earth return, But there are lessons taught down there I want this child to learn. I've looked this wide world over In my search for teachers true, And from the throngs That crowd life's lanes, I have selected you. Now will you give him all your love, Nor think the labor vain, Nor hate Me, when I come to call To take him back again?" I fancied that I heard them say, "Dear Lord, Thy will be done. For all the joy this child shall bring, The risk of grief we'll run. We'll shelter him with tenderness, We'll love him while we may, And for the happiness we've known, Forever grateful stay. But should the angels call for him, Much sooner than we've planned, We'll brave the bitter grief that comes And try to understand."
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