Listening to every heart
To grow up someplace, and be disturbed
by what you know, not what you heard,
if to feel the coursing beat of dismay
there within your soul, then do not delay
to find where it is that you belong,
to hear justly the earth’s coursing song,
where your roots should rightfully be,
whether on land, or perhaps the sea.
For I grew up where the earth can shake,
but my soul knew better, and it would quake
with unquiet and despair, knowing was better so,
that I should leave my birth place and go
to where I would relish the land and sky
although I had both before me right then,
it was not the same for one’s invisible eye,
so I knew the day was absolute when
my love brought me to a special place
one that lies well within my heart
and from this land it’s safe to say
that I and my soul will not depart.
For whether there’s adversity or not
this is the place where my roots are deep;
I know it from the morns’ first wake,
I know it in the deep night’s sleep.
So now then when my time has come
and my chores are then said and done,
I know where it is I shall lie,
till He takes my soul on high.
3 December, 1999
Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
[This message has been edited by Sunshine (edited 12-03-1999).]