Today I heard a young girl, just turning 12, express her testimony and in doing so she said that she had written a poem for her mother and had "felt the spirit" when she did. I was glad to hear her express herself today. Her thoughts made me think about a poem that I like and also about the words of the poem and what it really means to feel passionately. Maybe the passion you feel for the poem is connected to a testimony about "truth and light". When our thinking is in tune with "truth and light" we "feel" strongly. Perhaps passionately. Maybe one could say our own soul "rages" and excels.......................
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I think the 12 year old girl in her simple testimony showed that she was willing to stand up in her own unique "rage" of a testimony of the truth and light.
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Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
Old age should burn and rave at the 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 the 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 that 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.
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