A man drinks at last after being extremely thirsty, and, feeling refreshment permeating his body, thinks and says: What a glorious thing is fresh water! Such a man, whether he knows it or not, has already taken a step toward that "seeing of the beloved object" which is contemplation. How splendid is water, a rose, a tree, an apple, a human face...Who among us has not suddenly looked into his child's face, in the midst of the toils and troubles of everyday life, and at that moment "seen" that everything which is good, is loved and lovable, loved by God! Such certainties all mean, at bottom, one and the same thing: that the world is plumb and sound; that everything comes to its appointed goal; that in spite of all appearances, underlying all things is - peace, salvation, gloria; that nothing and no one is lost; that "God holds in his hand the beginning, the middle, and the end of all that is".
-Josef Pieper (Twentieth-century Catholic philosopher)

heysátan
höfðum þau hallí ró
en ég sló
ég sló tún
ég hef slegið fjandans nóg
en ég sló
heysátan
þá fer að fjúka út
út í mó.. (ég dró)
heyvagn á massey ferguson
því hann gaf undan
og mér fótur rann... andskotann
ég varð undan
og nú hvíli hér
með beyglað der
og sáttur halla nú höfði hér
-sigur ros

A poet never takes notes. You never take notes in a love affair.
Robert Frost

And all the gold dust in her eyes won't reform into a ring
You had and lost the one thing
You kept in a safe place
Remember the face
Of the girl who had made you her own
And how you left her alone

Life goes to those that are true
The regular news
Over playing the blues
With the light on

And if you burn the road
That’ll lead you back to her in time
I watch you turn to stone
You can’t find the sunlight

She’s moving on without you
The tide breaks
You watch the stars fade
They gather you back to their home
I guess it’s better than being alone
-joshua radin