A Psalm of Life

What the Heart of the Young Man Said to the Psalmist
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
"Life is but an empty dream!"
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.

Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
"Dust thou art, to dust returnest,"
Was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Finds us farther than to-day.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.

In the world's broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!

Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act,--act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o'erhead!

Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;

Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.

Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing
Learn to labor and to wait.

~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

March

* I'm just going to say that I'm not feeling this one... it was a struggle to write and I do not feel like I encapsulated the events and the feelings of the month at all, but alas, the first week of the new month is over and I must post something before it gets any later... =/ Mreh.

Emotions ran rampant,

Ran out of control.

Sitting and waiting

Never did any good at all.

My dad pacing the floor,

Anxious to be at my mother’s side.

My sister talking non-stop,

And me just wanting to hide.

But some prayers are answered

And this one went through.

My mom came out okay,

Just lots of healing left to do.

And then to the east, I had to fly,

Off to a conference, where my liver did die.

Kindred spirits, I met,

Bared my soul to these guys,

Who, with their kind words,

Brought tears to my eyes.

And under the light of a neon moon,

I knew it would be over all too soon.

Back to California to help out at home,

Emotions raw and exhausted,

But holding my own.

Been pushed to the limit

Of things I can handle

But through all this,

For so much, I have to be thankful:

A mom getting better,

A safe trip to Raleigh

Old friends and new,

To support me

Through all the folly.