WELL, I SUPPOSE THINGS DON'T GET WORSE THAN HANGING FROM A HELIUM BALLOON A MILE ABOVE SOME UNRECOGNIZED STATE. OF COURSE, MY GRIP COULD WEAKEN, OR I COULD GET SUCKED INTO A JET INTAKE. THAT'S ONE OF THE REMARKABLE THINGS ABOUT LIFE. IT'S NEVER SO BAD THAT IT CAN'T GET WORSE. - Bill Waterson

Monday, November 2, 2009

New Hope















Dawn after a dark and long night
Bathing the cosmos in its light

Teeny drops of rain from the sky
Wetting the cracked earth so dry

Wispy rays of sunshine crack
Fighting thick clouds so black

A slender shoot springing up
Through the arid earth's cup

An innocent laugh on a child's face
At the end of a day of the rat race

A loved one giving a warm embrace
When stress gives you a wry face

Giving new hope for end of sorrow
For a better today and tomorrow