Beta - ing for a friend's prose - these struck a cord...

“The great tragedy of life is not that men perish, but that they cease to love.” W. Somerset Maugham

When the heart
Is cut or cracked or broken
Do not clutch it
Let the wound lie open

Let the wind
From the good old sea blow in
To bathe the wound in salt
And let it sting

Let a stray dog lick it
Let a bird lean in the hole and sing
A simple song like a tiny bell
And let it ring

Yeats (?)

AND.....

"WILT thou forgive that sin, where I begun,
Which is my sin, though it were done before?
Wilt thou forgive those sins through which I run
And do run still, though still I do deplore?
When thou has done, thou hast not done,
For, I have more.

Wilt thou forgive that sin, by which I've won
Others to sin, and made my sin their door?
Wilt thou forgive that sin which I did shun
A year or two, but wallowed in a score?
When thou hast done, thou hast not done,
For I have more."

John Donne

Reviewing the writing that comes with these occasional quotes - and playing VAST, Hamish, soundtracks for Gladiator and Donny Darko make the event more evocative...

Anyways...Long time no post....