Monday, September 28, 2009
Monday the 28th's Quatrain
The Sun shines bright, the new morn’s air is crisp,
and a blustery wind rustles throughout the trees.
And while I make ready to harvest more White Sage
the transplanted lettuces Bibb thrive.
Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars. ~Kahlil Gibran~Richard Wright
I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how faintly, I would send other words to tell, to march, to fight, to create a sense of hunger for life that gnaws in us all.