Thursday, November 12, 2009

The Only Way to Go On


55. 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.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

5 comments:

sharon said...

What a beautiful poem. I love finding things that make us pause and think, perhaps bring a faint smile to our lips. Lovin the picture of Joey. Rachael took amazing pictures of your Joey. Don't you just know it was all in His plan when you see them! As hard as it is I try to remember that. As ever your friend Sharon

karen gerstenberger said...

I love this photo of Joey. The way he is looking intently into the fire, the sparks and lightrising from it, all are beautiful.

Jennifer Stumpf said...

What a lovely, lovely poem. I couldn't have started my day off in a better way than to have read those too true words....

A Maui Blog said...

the combination of this poen and Joey's photo is moving...

flowergardengirl said...

That's right..the soul is not made of dust. It is. We are.