Sun in Flight, Fierce tears, good night

4th of July,

This holiday is one where we had a neighborhood event to start and a neighbor and friend event to finish. I have wanted to go on a run all day but I don't think I will get go. My road extends north on one road and back south on the other. (The road above is one I really like. Guess I will like the next road too.) As noted yesterday I really like the bronze horse's. This is one that I didn't show yesterday. Looking back over a couple of weeks I of course have had a lot happen. Interesting changes . Aside from the changes I had the occasion to respond to an email from an individual who had made some bold statements. I had taken occasion to send him a Dylan Thomas poem. I mentioned his bold statement and complimented him on the fact that his words did indeed "fork lightning". Then he wrote back and mentioned that he had cancer and wondered if my poem was an omen. I wondered why I had sent it but then I don't see this poem as one that is about a problem but about having a good attitude. I mentioned that he may just figure that he might fight with some rage and of course that we seek the light in all we do.

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We were wondering today about a move. We really like our "ward" and our friends. Our daughter told us recently about a comment perhaps offered or at least considered when folks move into a new ward or place for that matter. The question could be, "how did you like your last place"? The answer then would follow that if you didn't like it then you won't like this one. And of course if you loved it you'll love this one. Why not. Why not rage against anything but light.

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Today someone told he had recovered from some problems. That he was "back". He told me he was able to be his good old obstinate, in your face, stubborn guy and he was looking forward to it. I of course encouraged him. I of course told him to "rage, rage against the dying of the light and do not, do not go gently into the night". I passed the poem on again. I of course really hope he is doing better. Hate to have my words fork lightning instead of offer light.

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Along that line, 'isn't that horse great". Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, might indeed right a bronze horse.

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Do not go gentle into that good night
By Dylan Thomas

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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 grieve 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.