Tuesday, March 10, 2015

A poem....

If you sit down at set of sun
And count the acts that you have done,
And, counting, find
One self-denying deed, one word
That eased the heart of him who heard,
One glance most kind
That fell like sunshine where it went,
Then you may count that day well spent.

(I like the first verse best as I don't necessarily agree with the second, because the opportunities for kindness don't always present themselves. I don't think a day is entirely lost. We are always learning each day, so do not think it would be lost.  We can simply keep on trying.)

But if, through all the livelong day,
You've cheered no heart, by yea or nay.
If through it all
You've nothing done that you can trace
That brought the sunshine to one face.
No act most small
That helped some soul and nothing cost,
Then count that day as worse than lost.

~George Eliot~