Thanks for the voice and the lightning on your glad height.

Images of "why" ring out from the vision of a wolf crying into the night. The poem suggesting one should not go gently into that good night, in some ways, is suggested by this scene of a wolf crying into that good night. Having said that I suppose

"why" is relative. The poem seems to profile many who didn't accomplish all that they should have. Men who "forked no lightning" have been left little at the end than to "rage" but then......................................................................................... what of those who did "fork some lightning? I think it is for them that the wolf raises his voice. So a blog today to offer some "lighting", even though is may indeed be simply "singing at the sun in flight", left on the sad height, now the tears gone but fierce, willing to pray, time to be gentle, but thankful it is not night.

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DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT

Dylan Thomas
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, 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.