It’s all I have to bring today by Emily Dickinson
It’s all I have to bring today —
This, and my heart beside —
This, and my heart, and all the fields —
And all the meadows wide —
Be sure you count — should I forget
Some one the sum could tell —
This, and my heart, and all the Bees
Which in the Clover dwell.
Yesterday’s gone, tomorrow waits over the horizon. Today is clay given to me to create something wonderful, something memorable, something beautiful. My creation doesn’t have to change the world or win a Noble prize. It doesn’t have to be newsworthy, and no researcher ever find reason to write about it. My creation will reside in my heart and in the hearts of all who pass my way. It may be as simple as filling my bird feeder, picking litter off the street, or holding the door for someone to pass through. It may be in the smile I share with a stranger, a listening ear to a friend who needs to talk, or a heartfelt prayer to our loving God for healing someone’s pain.
Today is full of infinite possibilities for the creative heart. My investment in my creative activities is priceless, it is the gift of myself, fully to this day and each creative moment.