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!