Day 141 – The Dying of the Light


The Dying of the Light

Day 141

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night by Dylan Thomas

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.

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4 thoughts on “Day 141 – The Dying of the Light

    • The contrast is thanks to a great photoshop action that someone else put together. The fence is at a small township hall in a little drive through called Fawn River, here in my area. I was going to try to shoot in the tiny graveyard but the light just wasn’t quite right.

    • Thank you, Debbie! God has set some challenges before me as I have traveled through this, but I thank Him for them constantly because they are bringing me MUCH closer to Him.

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