"Rage Against the Dying of the Light"

12/5/2014

Heard this poem quoted recently (though I don’t get all of it) and want it to be true of my next 45 years! REPENTED of unbelief... Sorry it’s been so drug out... I’ve been wasting His Time looking back and stiff necked and not stood up to look Him in the eyes so my ankles could be strengthened BY HIM ;). He’s touched that deep part of my heart that I can’t fake nor “change” by my willpower and as always it’s creating such a desire to never ever ever ever quit, looking away to Jesus the One who authored (signed in His Blood) my faith! That’s what I absolutely LOVE about Jesus!

—S

“Rage against the dying of the Light”

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 that 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.

(Thomas)