Barbara
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DON'T BOW No! Not now. Lift your head Look into the storm Wince if you must. Cringe too, but stand, Till you square. Step back if you must. But lean forward into the wind. Let the storm stream down your face Let the fear shudder your spine. Die a little But live, still stronger, once more proven. Now, the mortal storm gone Again you see beauty A tremendous, white boiling cloud, in blue The sight of a leaf, fresh, green Storm wet-trembling The tremulous hover of a butterfly The feel on your cheek of caressing warmth The swell of freshness The sharp breath intake The expansion of deep breathing lungs- And swelling heart, Now bow - If you will Bow to receive these blessings. But not for the weight of the storm.
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"The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them." H.D. Thoreau
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