John the Baptist

John the Baptist

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I am a 74 year old retired human services worker. During my career I saw much human suffering. My writing is geared toward easing that suffering.


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Posted 11 Months Ago


A poem by Dylan Thomas that I'm sure you've already read... (but may have forgotten)

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.