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Bloviating Zeppelin: Sunday: Seeking Port

Bloviating Zeppelin

(in-ep-toc'-ra-cy) - a system of government where the least capable to lead are elected by the least capable of producing, and where the members of society least likely to sustain themselves or succeed, are rewarded with goods and services paid for by the confiscated wealth of a diminishing number of producers.

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Sunday: Seeking Port



After a session of hard work, rough seas, rogue waves, tangled nets, high winds and minimal catch -- it's good to know that there is a calm port waiting for each of us at the end of the day.

Our ports all differ. They can range from a person, to a place, to God, and all points considered in between and mixed.

Sometimes our ports are slightly-lesser dangerous places than our exposed lives. Sometimes we just have to settle for "slightly-less dangerous."

We all have to lay our heads down at some point during a day.

We all need some kind of shelter from the storms outside.

Because the storms, they are so raging:

'Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood
When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud
I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

And if I pass this way again, you can rest assured
I'll always do my best for her, on that I give my word
In a world of steel-eyed death, and men who are fighting to be warm.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

Not a word was spoke between us, there was little risk involved
Everything up to that point had been left unresolved.
Try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail,
Poisoned in the bushes an' blown out on the trail,
Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

-Bob Dylan

4 Comments:

Blogger Old NFO said...

Well said BZ!

Sun Feb 21, 09:36:00 AM PST  
Blogger Always On Watch said...

An excellent Sunday post. Thank you.

Sometimes we just have to settle for "slightly-less dangerous."

Boy, am I living that one!

Sun Feb 21, 12:23:00 PM PST  
Blogger peedee said...

Very nice BZ. I like your pics very much. You need to post them more often.

Sun Feb 21, 04:38:00 PM PST  
Blogger Milepost 154 said...

NFO: thank you sir.

AOW: isn't that the truth!

PD: I don't take that many vacations to the sea, so I don't get the opportunity. But thank you kindly indeed! Went whale watching today; I'll be posting those photos shortly.

BZ

Sun Feb 21, 04:59:00 PM PST  

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