LOSS AND GAIN
When I compare
What I have lost with what I have gained,
What I have missed with what attained,
Little room do I find for pride.
I am aware
How many days have been idly spent;
How like an arrow the good intent
Has fallen short or been turned aside.
But who shall dare
To measure loss and gain in this wise?
Defeat may be victory in disguise;
The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide.
The Complete Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
And joy is everywhere; it is in the earth’s green covering of grass; in the blue serenity of the sky.
Love is the power to see similarity in the dissimilar.
” I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. “
– Walt Whitman
Who Never Lost
Who never lost, are unprepared
A Coronet to find!
Who never thirsted
Flagons, and Cooling Tamarind!
Who never climbed the weary league –
Can such a foot explore
The purple territories
On Pizarro’s shore?
How many Legions overcome –
The Emperor will say?
How many Colors taken
On Revolution Day?
How many Bullets bearest?
Hast Thou the Royal scar?
Angels! Write “Promoted”
On this Soldier’s brow!
– Emily Dickinson
Within you there is a stillness and sanctuary to which you can retreat at any time and be yourself
One day you will look back and laugh at yourself.
You’ll say, ‘ I can’t believe I was so asleep!
How did I ever forget the truth?
How ridiculous to believe that sadness and sickness
Are anything other than bad dreams.’