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Each Life Converges to some Centre
Each Life Converges to some Centre —/ Expressed — or still —/ Exists in every Human Nature/ A Goal —// Embodied scarcely to itself — it may be —/ Too fair/ For Credibility’s presumption/ To mar —// 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 enable the endeavoring/ Again.
Emily Dickinson
I believe we all have centre and that the centre holds. In challenging times, when our strength may have vanished, the centre holds. In joyous times, when we dance and sing, the centre holds. In sad times, when tears may drown our hearts, the centre holds. In peaceful times, when we breathe in perfect time, the center holds. In doubtful times, when faith may be a far-off destination, the centre holds. In times of clarity, when our still small voice gently whispers, the centre holds.
The centre holds and we learn life’s lessons. The centre holds and we do our work. The centre holds and we imagine and create. The centre holds and change and growth happens. The centre holds and we heal.
About Katie
Born in Louisville. Live in Atlanta. Curious by nature. Researcher by education. Writer by practice. Grateful heart by desire.
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