“a pleasant task to do”

Upon resuming activity on the blog, I thought it best to start the party with this poem (part-wish/part-realization).

This is My Life

by William Stanley Braithwaite

To feed my soul with beauty till I die; 

To give my hands a pleasant task to do;

To keep my heart forever filled anew

With dreams and wonders which the days supply; 

To love all conscious living, and thereby

Respect the brute who renders up its due, 

And know the world as planned is good and true–

And thus- because there chanced to be an I! 

This is my life since things are as they are;

One half akin to flowers and the grass;

The rest a law unto a changeless star. 

And I believe when I shall come to pass 

Within the Door His hand shall hold ajar

I’ll leave no echoing whisper of Alas!