Saturday, April 7, 2012


Courage is the price that
Life exacts for granting peace.

The soul that knows it not
Knows no release from little things:
Knows not the livid loneliness of fear,
Nor mountain heights where bitter joy can hear the sound of wings.

Nor can life grant us boon of living, compensate
For dull gray ugliness and pregnant hate
Unless we dare
The soul's dominion.
Each time we make a choice, we pay
With courage to behold the resistless day,
And count it fair.

~An unfinished poem by Amelia Earhart

Until next, sweet sailing.


Don Snabulus said...

Very nice.

Doc Häagen-Dazs said...

"Amerlia" was a looker, no doubt about it. And so is your boat trim, Panda, in the photo over your welcoming message. Great shot!

Pandabonium said...

Engrlish spelling, Doc. :^)

Photo by K. Glad you like it.