19 Sept 2017 Moth and Psalm of Life (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow poem)

Hello to you wherever and whenever you are today.  It’s 10:03 am here as I write.  I am having trouble today – my spirit is sticking out too far and it hurts.  No worries….just part of being me and I’m used to it as is Kyle and the rest of my household!  I have to “unfuck myself” inside and I will find a way to do that today!  So I will just say I hope you have a day of loving and being loved.  I hope someone besides me will tell you how important you are to them and that their world is a better place for your being there.  I hope you will take the time, MAKE the time, to look someone you care about in the eyes and tell them these things.

https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-psalm-of-life/this page is neat because you can listen to the poem also

A Psalm Of Life

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
Find 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

 

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3 comments on “19 Sept 2017 Moth and Psalm of Life (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow poem)

    • It was about 2- 2 1/2 inches long and about that wide. Bigger than a box of matches I think – it was huge. What was weird was I thought moths were nocturnal so their being active in daylight surprised me. I think it just stopped by to take a nap on our fence and we were definitely honored by that choice!

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