The Journey
One day you finally knewwhat you had to do,
and began,though the voices around you kept
shoutingtheir bad advice--
though the whole housebegan to tremble
and you felt the old tugat your ankles.
"Mend my life!"each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind priedwith its stiff finger
sat the very foundations,
though their melancholywas terrible.
It was already late enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen branches and stones.
But little by little,as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly recognized
as your own,
that kept you companyas you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do the only thing you could do--
determined to save the only life you could save.~Mary Oliver
Posted from chris guillebeau at The Art of Nonconformity
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