Each life converges to some centre
Expressed or still;
Exists in every human nature
A goal,
Admitted scarcely to itself, it may be,
Too fair
For credibility's temerity
To dare.
Adored with caution, as a brittle heaven,
To reach
Were hopeless as the rainbow's raiment
To touch,
Yet persevered toward, surer for the distance;
How high
Unto the saints' slow diligence
The sky!
Ungained, it may be, by a life's low venture,
But then,
Eternity enables the endeavoring
Again.
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Comments1Wow, I really enjoyed this poem - so deep and thought-provoking! I feel like it's speaking to the soul and the internal struggles we all go through. It's like we're always chasing something just out of reach, but still have hope and determination. Very powerful stuff.