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So what is this going to be? A little bit of everything I think. Maybe that's it. What I'm thinking. What I'm believing. I hope what I'm knowing. And why would anyone care what I think I know? There's no reason in the world that you should. But then why are you here? Cuz you have to be somewhere I suppose. I've never been here before. I may not be back. I might get too busy to care; time is short. That's fine. Nobody can deal with it all at once. There is a lot to deal with.

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I try not to take myself too seriously, but I know I have far too much. So I'm trying to learn how to laugh again, as I had forgotted for a while there. Also I'm relearning to enjoy life; you know, like when we were kids. The biggest challenge ahead is learning how to love God with all my heart, and soul, and mind, and strength. This one is not really that hard when you know the truth. But along with it comes learning to love others as I love myself, and that one is, as they say, "a horse of a whole different color." I think I need to learn to love myself a little more, but the problem may be that I know all these facts about me. Sometimes the facts are simply wrong or they are just stuck in the past. I'm trying to get my facts to line up with the truth. As someone once asked a great man, "what is truth?" If he had only known.

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Saturday, September 23, 2006

The Marriage of True Minds


I was going through some things on my computer this morning and came across this bit of poetry. I know that many people have lost, or usually have never found, the love of poetry; so perhaps that is why I wanted to post it. There is not a lot of poetry that I love, but the reason is because it takes time to appreciate poetry and I don't often take the time. This piece is one of the few for which I have taken the time. And the reason this one received special attention is probably because it was once whispered to me in the dark of a summer's night. It seems like yesterday; it seems like a hundred years ago. (Sigh!) Sweet memories! I may do this more often.

Shakespeare's CXVI (116) Sonnet:

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:

O no; it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests, and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.

Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

If this be error, and upon me prov’d,
I never writ, nor no man ever lov’d.


~ rachman
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2 Comments:

Blogger S. Scott Craft said...

Poetry is an acquired taste.

Scott

23/9/06 11:56 PM  
Blogger rachman said...

Hi Scott, You are right as usual. Come to think of it, it was your poetry that got me to start visiting your site in the first place. I still love that poem about bunny.

Thanks for dropping by and I'll talk to you later, my friend.


~ rachman

24/9/06 4:21 PM  

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