Where No Storms Come

For various reasons, it's a really busy week here for me so I may not get much posted the next few days. I know you guys are keeping up with all the gay related news via the links in the righthand column; and then there's all the other news from around the nation and the world, and right at the moment it's all kind of depressing - stock prices, wars, assassinations, assorted other crimes, stupidity, foolishness, and selfishness everywhere you look, and everybody bitch-bitch-bitching about something.

Sometimes it gets to be a bit much to handle. Sometimes I just get a little overloaded with it all and have to retreat for a while to a nice quiet, peaceful spot in my mind where everything is tranquil and the world's noise isn't heard - can you relate?

A place like this:

I have desired to go
Where springs not fail,
To fields where flies no sharp and sided hail
And a few lilies blow.

And I have asked to be
Where no storms come,
Where the green swell is in the havens dumb,
And out of the swing of the sea.

--Gerard Manley Hopkins