Saturday, August 30, 2008

Something you might like.........I did


I went to visit my sister in college years ago and she had the quote I've printed below hanging on her wall. I wanted to share it with you...for a college child going away, for a friend wanting to leave a no-future job, for making a decision about whether to go back to school again....YOU'll know whom this might affect. Maybe it's you? I hope it helps.

And the day came when the risk to remain in a bud became more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
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photo by Mr. Z ... Santa Monica

7 comments:

Karen Townsend said...

My son is one week into his 'blossoming' as a college freshman. My baby has left the nest.

Anonymous said...

I am reminded of this powerful poem, first read long ago, not thought of for decades till now.


FreeThinke


The force that through the green fuse drives the flower

Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees

Is my destroyer.

And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose

My youth is bent by the same wintry fever.



The force that drives the water through the rocks

Drives my red blood; that dries the mouthing streams

Turns mine to wax.

And I am dumb to mouth unto my veins

How at the mountain spring the same mouth sucks.



The hand that whirls the water in the pool

Stirs the quicksand; that ropes the blowing wind

Hauls my shroud sail.

And I am dumb to tell the hanging man

How my clay is made the hangman's lime.



The lips of time leech to the fountain head;

Love drips and gathers, but the fallen blood

Shall calm her sores.

And I am dumb to tell a weather's wind

How time has ticked a heaven round the stars.


And I am dumb to tell the lover's tomb

How at my sheet goes the same crooked worm.


~ Dylan Thomas


From Dylan Thomas: The Poems, published by J.M. Dent & Sons Ltd., London, 1971 Copyright © 1937, 1945, 1955, 1956, 1962, 1965, 1966, 1967, 1971, 1977 The Trustees for the Copyrights of Dylan Thomas.

Z said...

Thanks, FT. I wonder if Rand got her Fountainhead (one word) from there!?

Karen, I wish your son the best of luck. And Mom, too! It's not easy, is it.

Anonymous said...

The "force" that animates, causes flowers to bloom, fruit to form, ripen, be consumed and decay–––the "force" that gives life and transforms it back to dust is––– of course, GOD, Himself.

Dylan Thomas in his life––– besides being a great poet with a unique voice and the reputation for being a drunken reprobate–––was a great mystic. He caught glimpses of God's Face as few are privileged to do in this life.


~ FreeThinke

Anonymous said...

Yes, Z.

The risk is worth it.

Me! said...

This is so true, as a parent I can tell you that it is a huge step for both the parent and the child.

The best we can do is pray that as a parent you did everything possible to raise a responsible human being and stand in faith knowing that God will send thousands of angels to watch over the baby that has left the nest.

Z said...

me!
WHAT a beautiful application of that phrase..thanks so much.

You are THE BEST MOM....i admire you so much!!