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TO THE MOON – 20 October 2008

For today I’ve chosen the following short poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley, a poet of the English Romantic Age:

By Percy Bysshe Shelley
(4 August 1792 – 8 July 1822)

Art thou pale for weariness
Of climbing heaven, and gazing on the earth,
Wandering companionless
Among the stars that have a different birth,–
And ever-changing, like a joyless eye
That finds no object worth its constancy?   

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"Joyful Curmudgeon"
An oxymoron?
No! I see all the beauty of God's creation and I'm joyful.  At the same time, I see all the suffering and corruption going on in the world, and feel called to help expose and end it so that we may have true peace and compassion.

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