A christian's advice to Dylan Thomas.
Do not rage against the dying of the light. Find how long shadows
never cut the day, And gently go where there is never night. Those who
are wise have faced their share of fright And having sought found then
the surer way That does not rage against the dying of the light. The
only good men are the one's with sight Enough to recognise the
truth that they Are good from Good that still destroys all night. Wild
men whose wildness fed their ego-might Worshipped too long the altar of
their fray And did leave only raging at the night. Grave men who now
have death their only sight Who failed to grasp the other sense of gay
Fail, fail to enter gently that good night. And 1, who sought, found and
grasped the height On which no shadows ever fall, now pray With rising
expectations of the Light Praise, praise the dying of the night.