To Noah, for having the strength and grace to again let us all into the prose of his life:
My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I shall grow old,
Or let me die!
The Child is father of the Man;
I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.
Between Noah being back in literary form and Aaron’s network connection being back, and the manic feelings ensued from the previous post on IJSM, I’m about ready to do a cartwheel.
Have you ever seen a 300-lb. man do a cartwheel? Neither have I. Let me just take this moment to thank my God for this most glorious of days.