Tuesday, June 29, 2010


I ran across this poem in a book I have...

I have studied many times
The marble which was chiseled for me -
A boat with a furled sail at rest in a harbor.
In truth it pictures not my destination
But my life.
For love was offered me and I shrank from its disillusionment,
Sorrow knocked at my door, but I was afraid:
Ambition callled to me, but I dreaded the changes.
Yet all the while I hungered for meaning in my life.
And now I know that we must lift the sail
And catch the winds of destiny
Wherever they drive the boat.
To put meaning in one's life may end in madness,
But life without meaning is the torture
Of restlessness and vague desire -
It is a boat longing for the sea and yet afraid.


Delirious said...

Great poem!

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