One of my coworkers posts a weekly poem in the women’s room at work, and I really loved last week’s poem. It reminds me not to take my good fortune for granted. I have omitted the first section, which is also quite good, but these last two stanzas really speak to the way I feel about finding my husband and vocation.
Excerpted from “Aunt Celia, 1961″ by Carl Dennis:
People will tell you there are many good lives
Waiting for everyone, each fine in its own way.
And maybe they’re right, but in my opinion
One is miles above the others.
Otherwise it wouldn’t have been so clear to me
When I found it. Otherwise those who lack it
Wouldn’t be able to tell so clearly it’s missingAs they go on living as best they can
Without complaining. Noble lives, and beautiful,
And happy as much as doing well can make them.
But as for the happiness that can’t be earned,
The kind it makes no sense for you to look for,
That’s something different.
June 8th, 2007 at 3:04 pm
That is beautiful.