Sorry, folks...only the "Random" today...not so much the "Shallow". The PBA are reading Dunbar's works for their poetry this trimester. I was recently struck by this poem in particular. So applicable all the time, but especially during this time of year and I felt compelled to share it with you, my expansive readership (see, that's funny because there are only a handful of you...but I appreciate you all more than you know!)May God bless you by this poet's words._______________________MY cot was down by a cypress grove,And I sat by my window the whole night long,And heard well up from the deep dark woodA mocking-bird's passionate song.And I thought of myself so sad and lone,And my life's cold winter that knew no spring;Of my mind so weary and sick and wild,Of my heart too sad to sing.But e'en as I listened the mock-bird's song,A thought stole into my saddened heart,And I said, "I can cheer some other soulBy a carol's simple art."For oft from the darkness of hearts and livesCome songs that brim with joy and light,As out of the gloom of the cypress groveThe mocking-bird sings at night.So I sang a lay for a brother's earIn a strain to soothe his bleeding heart,And he smiled at the sound of my voice and lyre,Though mine was a feeble art.But at his smile I smiled in turn,And into my soul there came a ray:In trying to soothe another's woesMine own had passed away.
- - Paul Laurence Dunbar