A Song of Life
Many of us merely exist, and think that we live. What we should regain at all costs is freshness and intensity of being. This need not involve turbulent activity. It may involve quite the opposite.
Say not, “I live!”
Unless the morning’s trumpet brings
A shock of glory to your soul,
Unless the ecstasy that sings
Through rushing worlds and insects’ wings,
Sends you upspringing to your goal,
Glad of the need for toil and strife,
Eager to grapple hands with Life—
Say not, “I live!”
Say not, “I live!”
Unless the energy that rings
Throughout this universe of fire
A challenge to your spirit flings,
Here in the world of men and things,
Thrilling you with a huge desire
To mate your purpose with the stars,
To shout with Jupiter and Mars—
Say not, “I live!”
Say not, “I live!”
Such were a libel on the Plan
Blazing within the mind of God
Ere world or star or sun began.
Say rather, with your fellow man,
“I grub; I burrow in the sod.”
Life is not life that does not flame
With consciousness of whence it came—
Say not, “I live!”
Angela Morgan.
From “The Hour Has Struck.”