About Henry McLin / Henry T. McLin  

O birds, your perfect virtues bring,
Your song, your forms, your rhythmic flight,
Your manners for your heart’s delight,
Nestle in hedge, or barn, or roof,
Here weave your chamber weather-proof,
Forgive our harms, and condescend
To man, as to a lubber friend,
And, generous, teach his awkward race
Courage, and probity, and grace!
---Ralph Waldo Emerson

My camera is a Canon EOS 30D with a Canon EF 300mm f/4 USM L IS lens.

If you can walk, you can dance.
If you can talk, you can sing.

~ Zimbabwe proverb ~

Come, fill the Cup, and in the fire of Spring
The winter garment of Repentance fling:
The Bird of Time has but a little way
To fly--and lo, the Bird is on the Wing.
---RUBÁIYÁT OF OMAR KHAYYÁM

An African Elegy

We are the miracles that God made
To taste the bitter fruit of Time.
We are precious.
And one day our suffering
Will turn into the wonders of the earth.

There are things that burn me now
Which turn golden when I am happy.
Do you see the mystery of our pain?
That we bear the poverty
And are able to sing and dream sweet things.

And that we never curse the air when it is warm
Or the fruit when it tastes so good
Or the lights that bounce gently on the waters?
We bless the things even in our pain.
We bless them in silence.

That is why our music is so sweet.
It makes the air remember.
There are secret miracles at work
That only Time will bring forth.
I too have heard the dead singing.

And they tell me that
This life is good
They tell me to live it gently
With fire, and always with hope.
There is wonder here

And there is surprise
In everything the unseen moves.
The ocean is full of songs.
The sky is not an enemy.
Destiny is our friend.

February 1990, Ben Okri

I'm Male and Taken.

Hanover, PA, USA