What is known I strip away;
I launch all men and women forward with me into THE UNKNOWN.
The clock indicates the moment—but what does eternity indicate?
-W.W.
Thanks to Little Mike for asking to borrow Dead Poet's Society so that I re-explored Leaves of Grass and found the above lines to nourish my soul at the uncertain time of my life. Jobs, apartments, cities, friends... are all swirling around me. Lots of potential changes in the future and seemingly NEVER enough time to do everything I want to do as well as everything I need to do (pesky sleep and food).
These are the moments the clock indicates. Tick tick tick- moment moment moment- time flies. And don't get me wrong, moments are important. I've been living off of Switchfoot's Needle and Haystack Life with the words we are right now....it's no accident we're here tonight, we are once in a lifetime. In this lifetime the present is all we have.
All forces have been steadily employ’d to complete and delight me;
Now on this spot I stand with my robust Soul. -W.W.
But last night, as I crept through the dark to the bathroom and tried not to bash into any walls or our suitcase on the floor, I caught a dim glimpse of myself in the mirror and felt my soul crawling beneath my skin. In that brief glance I felt my deepest being reach out for eternity and cry for God to bless me with a moment of clarity- to see what really matters, to open my true eyes that stay sleepy and half-closed too often. And my soul took a deep breath.
See ever so far, there is limitless space outside of that;
Count ever so much, there is limitless time around that.
My rendezvous is appointed—it is certain;
The Lord will be there, and wait till I come, on perfect terms;
(The great Camerado, the lover true for whom I pine, will be there.)
-W.W.
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