Since Michael Jackson posts are to be found everywhere in the blogger world, and I decided not to add another one, I will resume regular posting from Monday on.
Until then, I keep quiet in honor of one of the greatest entertainers ever.
UPHILL
Does the road wind uphill all the way?
Yes, to the very end.
Will the day's journey take the whole long day?
From morn to night, my friend.
But is there for the night a resting place?
A roof for when the slow dark hours begin.
May not the darkness hide it from my face?
You cannot miss that inn.
Shall I meet other wayfarers at night?
Those who have gone before.
Then must I knock, or call when in sight?
They will not keep you standing at that door.
Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak?
Of labor you shall find the sum.
Will there be beds for me and all who seek?
Yes, beds for all who come.
Christina Rosetti (1830 - 1894)
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