We are made up of
others we have known;
their impressions
are etched upon us.
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Hi again, /Frank The last stanza of this poem is going to be my morning prayer for the foreseeable future. It expresses everything I consider important: : acknowledgement of forces larger ourselves. gratitude for life, what ever is given, humility of self image but eloquence of world image. I love the way many figures contributed to our unique whole, there are so many for us to think but at the poem's end it all comes to rest in the ONE. I just found this Emily Dickinson passage tonight: EACH LIFE CONVERGES TO SOME CENTRE. That's your poem!
I came back to this poem tonight, Frank, because it speaks so wonderfully to me. You have expressed that has been inside me for a long, long time for which I could not find the words. Now I want to recite it in the morning to focus my creative energies for each day. It really does not take much effort to live a good life - it just demands the right effort, and this poem provides the key stimulus to make that right effort. How can people do a mean or unworthy deed knowing that he and she have been shaped by creators of cosmic good will to add their measure of good will to each day's life? We are all united in this divine mission - that's what your poem celebrates.