Monday, September 22, 2008

One of My Favorite Poems

The Mighty Oak

When the great oak is straining in the wind,
the boughs drink in new beauty,
And the trunk sends down a deeper root
on the windward side.
Only the soul that knows the mighty grief
can know the mighty rapture.
Sorrows come to stretch out spaces in the heart for joy.

-Edwin Markham-

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