What We Have Felt
They touch us, don't they?
So many things in different ways.
And then those feelings can last for years
in varying degrees.
Are not our days and hours
our response to what we have felt?
To what move us?
We circle inside what we love,
what we fear, what we hate,
what we hope.
Wow, this is such an amazing poem. Aren't we an amalgam of every thought, every feeling, every action, every hardship, every desire, every joy, and every triumph that we have ever faced, fought, conquered, won, endured, experienced? Indeed, these things make up the ingredients of life - in various portions and amounts - and our response to these things encompasses (and ultimately, defines) our days and hours on this Earth. This is a deeply powerful poem.
They touch us, don't they?
So many things in different ways.
And then those feelings can last for years
in varying degrees.
Are not our days and hours
our response to what we have felt?
To what move us?
We circle inside what we love,
what we fear, what we hate,
what we hope.
Wow, this is such an amazing poem. Aren't we an amalgam of every thought, every feeling, every action, every hardship, every desire, every joy, and every triumph that we have ever faced, fought, conquered, won, endured, experienced? Indeed, these things make up the ingredients of life - in various portions and amounts - and our response to these things encompasses (and ultimately, defines) our days and hours on this Earth. This is a deeply powerful poem.
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