I am reading "The Lost City of Z" and Poetry Journal.
My son is furious that a new chapter of the Gay-Straight Alliance has started up at his school. Furious because though he has friends who describe themselves as "Gay" or "Bi" he rightfully recognizes that having such a group in school is wrong and out of place but also that the premise for the formation of such a group i.e. "safety" is a sham. He is having conversations with both students and faculty and he is learning the limits of tolerance (of his conservative views.)
I received my C-PAP machine today, one of many tools I now have to help me sleep at night. The medicine prescribed by my doctor to help me stay awake during the day (I've heard rumors that some people don't take naps) has been denied by my insurance- Tricare. This is the second time in my life (with this medicine) that my government run healthcare has decided that my doctor doesn't know what he's talking about.
My son is preparing his lamb for his last big hurrah. He will be showing his lamb at the Star of Texas Livestock Show. Regardless of how he does, his lamb will be leaving in the "black trailer." Meanwhile, four times a day feeding has begun.
I'll be speaking to some of these more in detail in the coming days. In the meantime, I'll leave you with this poem by Yeats, courtesy of the "Poetry Friday" feature at Karen Edmisten's blog:
WHEN YOU ARE OLD
BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
4 comments:
I've always loved this Yeats poem, Euthychus. Thank you so much for posting it! May God bless you and your with a fruitful Lent.
Yeats is good stuff, my friend. I remember enjoying a small volume of his work in the afternoons when I was student teaching many years ago.
All the best on the lamb showing!
Perhaps your son should see what sort of Christian apologetics group he could get started at his school. Students have all the rights in the world to establish such groups. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.
It's sad to think that in today's world, such a poem as this can no longer be written since, as a whole, we've lost the strong referents to the Divine and to power and meaning greater than man.
Excellent point Euripides, and one poignantly driven home this last week working with the youth in Sheffield. Old hat for those of you on the front lines in our schools (e.g. MC and yourself)
MC- Thanks for the good wishes on the lamb showing. He is still trying to figure out how to save him but I think he recognizes now it is a lost cause.
Thanks also for the suggestion for an alternative group. He is considering his options.
Iris and MC- glad ya'll liked the poem. Glad I could return the favor to you Kindred Spirit, as you post such lovely poems and pics on your blogs. Blessings to you all and equal prayers for a fruitful lent.
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