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Poem of the Night

Well I was contemplating why I have never posted here, and I realized, my interests in what I would theoretically write about are too many. It is hard to be focused when I would like to sound off on so many issues.

Now that I have said that, I feel that maybe I should explain my interests and what I would like to write about (remember this is not a ranking, just a list. Similar to yesterday’s list it is not exhaustive. Exhausting maybe, but not exhaustive).

Sport: indeed it is one of my passions. I enjoy rugby (both League and Union), cricket, tennis, baseball, football, boxing, cycling, sailing, and I’ve been known to watch a little basketball. I do enjoy collegiate basketball however. Teams I support are almost always Australia in international competitions, FSU, and not France.

Food: cooking is perhaps my other great passion. I fancy myself as a good cook and enjoy doing it. I enjoy food most of all and that includes a passion for fine spirits.

Politics: I enjoy Georgia politics most of all I think. The characters in the Peach State’s history are some of the most colorful around. Australia’s aren’t to bad either. Foreign policy often piques my interest too.

Music: Jazz and Classical are two of my other passions. I would also think of myself as being fairly cultured. I also don’t think I have pretension and hope that my Catholic upbringing has taught me some humility. Really I like all genres of music. I figure I will listen to anything, it won’t hurt me.

Literature: I enjoy reading but have not found enough tome for it lately. I have the first three volumes of the Khalil Gibran poetry anthology that are screaming to be read. In due time.

I guess this is a bit of a cop out in terms of a post for the day. Let’s hope that tomorrow will bring something more meaty.

Oh, and getting back to my title, we are in a rather serious drought. Maybe Gibran’s “Song of the Rain” will provide relief.

I am dotted silver threads dropped from heaven by the gods.
Nature then takes me, to adorn her fields and valleys.

I am beautiful pearls,
Plucked from the crown of Ishtar by the daughter of Dawn to embellish the gardens.

When I cry the hills laugh;
When I humble myself the flowers rejoice;
When I bow, all things are elated.

The field and the cloud are lovers
And between them I am a messenger of mercy.
I quench the thirst of one;
I cure the ailment of the other.

The voice of thunder declares my arrival;
The rainbow announces my departure.
I am like earthly life,
Which begins at the feet of the mad elements
And ends under the upraised wings of death.

I emerge from the heard of the sea
Soar with the breeze.
When I see a field in need,
I descend and embrace the flowers and the trees in a million little ways.

I touch gently at the windows with my soft fingers,
And my announcement is a welcome song all can hear
But only the sensitive can understand.

The heat in the air gives birth to me,
But in turn I kill it,
As woman overcomes man with the strength she takes from him.

I am the sigh of the sea;
The laughter of the field;
The tears of heaven.

So with love –
Sighs from the deep sea of affection;
Laughter from the colourful field of the spirit;
Tears from the endless heaven of memories.

Poem found at Khalil Gibran Online.


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