Saturday, December 7, 2013

LIVE LIFE...and then



FEAR NOT THE NIGHT
I will not rage
against the loss of nights light
nor remember
the days of warm sun.
I will simply move on,
well past this place
of many sorrows and go--
go to the house of my ancestors
sleep in in comfort knowing
all I have done
was the best of life                                  
I had to give.

© M Durfee
12/7/13
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7 comments:

  1. Mr. CharlestonDecember 7, 2013 at 6:29 AM

    Once saw a gravestone that read, He Did His Best. Seems that's all you can do and you know what, it's enough.

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  2. Brian MillerDecember 7, 2013 at 7:34 AM

    a life in giving yourself away, would def lead to a nice comfortable afterlife....or it should, not that it is the point....but hey...its probably the best we can do...

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  3. ivanDecember 7, 2013 at 9:03 PM

    I wish I were in the poem's feeling state.

    Sh*t.
    I am seventy-five, and the furies still come.
    Maybe they can be resolved through humour.
    "Ho, Don, Hey Don. Hoo dat's got a Ho Don." :)

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  4. ^.^December 8, 2013 at 5:26 AM

    Lovely poem ... I wanna come too ... to this place of peace ...

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  5. Maude LynnDecember 8, 2013 at 11:25 AM

    This is really beautiful.

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  6. the walking manDecember 9, 2013 at 6:22 AM

    Thanks to you all. I pray no one ever feels a run over as I do at this moment.

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  7. jodiDecember 10, 2013 at 8:44 PM

    Mark-Some of my favorite stuff of yours seems to come thru your pain. Hope you are feeling a little less beat up. xo

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So Walking Man I was thinking...

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