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The Eagle by e.e. cummings

It was one of those clear,sharp.mustless days

That summer and man delight in.

Never had Heaven seemed quite so high,

Never had earth seemed quite so green,

Never had the world seemed quite so clean

Or sky so nigh.

And I heard the Deity’s voice in

The sun’s warm rays,

And the white cloud’s intricate maze,

And the blue sky’s beautiful sheen.

I looked to the heavens and saw him there,—

A black speck downward drifting,

Nearer and nearer he steadily sailed,

Nearer and nearer he slid through space,

In an unending aerial race,

This sailor who hailed

From the Clime of the Clouds.—Ever shifting,

On billows of air

And the blue sky seemed never so fair,

And the rest of the world kept pace.

On the white of his head the sun flashed bright;

And he battled the wind with wide pinions,

Clearer and clearer the gale whistled loud,

Clearer and clearer he came into view,—

Bigger and blacker against the blue.

Then a dragon of cloud

Gathering all its minions

Rushed to the fight,

And swallowed him up in a bite;

And the sky lay empty clear through.

Long I watched.   And at last afar

Caught sight of a speck in the vastness;

Ever smaller,ever decreasing,

Ever drifting,drifting awayInto the endless realms of day;

Finally ceasing.

So into Heaven’s vast fastness

Vanished that bar

Of black,as a fluttering star

Goes out while still on its way.

So I lost him.   But I shall always see

In my mind

The warm,yellow sun,and the ether free;

The vista’s sky,and the white cloud trailing,

Trailing behind,—

And below the young earth’s summer-green arbors,

And on high the eagle,—sailing,sailing

Into far skies and unknown harbors

Cheers Song

Full Lyrics never actually aired 

Making your way in the world today 
Takes everything you’ve got; 
Taking a break from all your worries 
Sure would help a lot. 
Wouldn’t you like to get away? 

All those night when you’ve got no lights, 
The check is in the mail; 
And your little angel 
Hung the cat up by it’s tail; 
And your third fiance didn’t show; 

Sometimes you want to go 
Where everybody knows your name, 
And they’re always glad you came; 
You want to be where you can see, 
Our troubles are all the same; 
You want to be where everybody knows your name. 

Roll out of bed, Mr. Coffee’s dead; 
The morning’s looking bright; 
And your shrink ran off to Europe, 
And didn’t even write; 
And your husband wants to be a girl; 

Be glad there’s one place in the world 
Where everybody knows your name, 
And they’re always glad you came; 
You want to go where people know, 
People are all the same; 
You want to go where everybody knows your name. 

Where everybody knows your name, 
And they’re always glad you came; 
Where everybody knows your name, 
And they’re always glad you came…

Ya Gotta Have Faith.

George Michael wrote a song about it. A lot of people talk about it. And I’ve decided that I’m going to “have” it this year. 

Old faith(ful).

• “Faith is believing in things when common sense tells you not to.” – George Seaton
• “Love is an act of faith, and whoever is of little faith is also of little love.” – Erich Fromm
• “Faith is taking the first step even when you don’t see the whole staircase.” – Martin Luther King Jr.
  

In 2010 I found my courage. I tried to learn patience in 2011.  This new year, I hope to have faith. 

Wish me luck!