While instant messaging with my brother Andrew the other day, he shared a poem with me. It was a favorite of my dad's, and Dad had copied down and given it to Andrew long ago. I know I've said that I hate most poetry, but I have to say the poems that have spoken to Dad are always ones that I love. He's a good picker.
Victory In Defeat
by Edwin Markham
by Edwin Markham
Defeat may serve as well as victory
To shake the soul and let the glory out.
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.
To shake the soul and let the glory out.
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.
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