The Jabberwocky
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! and through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
This poem just really cracks me up. Another example of how someone's nonsense can be another's pleasure. This poem also got me thinking about the Jabberwocky that I have been facing in my life. I have come to find that this monster will never go away for good. No matter how many times I strike him down, he will be back. As my last post very blatantly states, this bothered me very much. But thankfully I have come to the realization that every situation that I come in, every Jabberwocky that I face is what I make it to be. Basically, I've needed to change my attitude. I've been putting unneeded pressure on myself to achieve, when I was already doing that. I've been holding onto things that just needed to fade in the past where they belong. Fade, but not be forgotten. I don't want to forget because those things have made me who I am, but not forgetting and letting go of those things are totally different, and I didn't realize that before. Anyway, I just want to say that I've changed my attitude towards life. While there will be many Jabberwockys in my life in the future, I know that if I put my trust and will in the Lord that all will turn out as it should in the end; He will not leave me to face these demons alone. With Him at my side, the Jabberwocky seems as silly as it sounds in the poem. I'm proud to say I'm not afraid anymore.
