Motley Moose – Archive

Too long a sacrifice

Can make a stone of the heart.  

O when may it suffice?

That is Heaven’s part, our part  

To murmur name upon name,  

As a mother names her child  

When sleep at last has come  

On limbs that had run wild.  

What is it but nightfall?

No, no, not night but death;  

Was it needless death after all?

Easter, 1916 ~ William Butler Yeats

Cross posted from Street Prophets.

Welcome to Sunday All Day Brunch. This is an open topic thread so help yourself to the goodies and sit a spell and let us know what is going on in your life. I hope everyone has a nice Easter. These are some of the Easter themed pictures that I have done over the years.