I love Thunderstorms.
Because sometimes nature
Can’t handle the pressure.
Because sometimes the sky explodes.
Dear Lovely Readers,
I am sorry that I didn’t post Quote Tuesday and that I am unable to post today. Lucky me, I’ve been in the hospital for an emergency appendectomy, so I am rather out of it. (It took me an hour to write this super brief post.) I like to take the time to find a quote and creative writing that I think you will appreciate and I am unable to do that this week. I will return on Tuesday bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, ready to post. Take care of yourselves and have a great weekend.
There is a courage, a majestic thing
That springs forth from the brow of pain, full-grown,
Minerva-like, and dares all dangers known,
And all the threatening future yet may bring;
Crowned with the helmet of great suffering;
Serene with that grand strength by martyrs shown,
When at the stake they die and make no moan,
And even as the flames leap up are heard to sing:
A courage so sublime and unafraid,
It wears its sorrows like a coat of mail;
And Fate, the archer, passes by dismayed,
Knowing his best barbed arrows needs must fail
To pierce a soul so armored and arrayed
That Death himself might look on it and quail. ~ Ella Wheeler Wilcox