OH Mara dear............We got it bad..............and that ain't good..............
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"Hell begins on the day when God grants us a clear vision of all that we might have achieved, of all the gifts which we have wasted, of all that we might have done which we did not do" ~~Gian Carlo Menotti~~
Bonnie... this poem ecompasses E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G in a few lines so beautifully... and it couldn´t be more related to the point in fact... I wish Nic himself could read it.
Thanks so much for sharing, I´d never read it before....
Even with all the sorrow in his eyes, he's a most beautiful man.
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"Hell begins on the day when God grants us a clear vision of all that we might have achieved, of all the gifts which we have wasted, of all that we might have done which we did not do" ~~Gian Carlo Menotti~~
The middle pic immediately brought to my mind this poem
PAIN by Khalil Gibran
And a woman spoke, saying, "Tell us of Pain."
And he said:
Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.
Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain.
And could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy;
And you would accept the seasons of your heart, even as you have always accepted the seasons that pass over your fields.
And you would watch with serenity through the winters of your grief.
Much of your pain is self-chosen.
It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self.
Therefore trust the physician, and drink his remedy in silence and tranquillity:
For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided by the tender hand of the Unseen,
And the cup he brings, though it burn your lips, has been fashioned of the clay which the Potter has moistened with His own sacred tears.
-- Edited by Oom at 19:01, 2009-03-10
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"Hell begins on the day when God grants us a clear vision of all that we might have achieved, of all the gifts which we have wasted, of all that we might have done which we did not do" ~~Gian Carlo Menotti~~
I read somewhere that a critic said of Greta Garbo: "Her eyes offered a different variety of compassion for each and everyone of us", meaning that she was behaving haughty.
Well, I think the same line applies to Nic, but in a whole different sense...
