Thursday, August 22, 2013

Taking a Walk

What do you think has become of the young and old men?
And what do you think has become of the women and children?

They are alive and well somewhere,
The smallest sprout show there is really no death,
And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the end to arrest it,
And ceas'd the moment life appear'd.

All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses,
And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.
~Walt Whitman

Sunday, August 4, 2013

Hope

Hope is the thing with feathers 
That perches in the soul, 
And sings the tune--without the words, 
And never stops at all...
~Emily Dickinson