I said I like my life. If I have to give it back, if they take it from me,
let me only not feel I wasted any, let me not feel I forgot
to love anyone I meant to love, that I forgot to give
what I held in my hands, that I forgot
to do some little piece of the work that
wanted to come through.
Marge Piercy excerpted from If They Come in the Night
From the day I first read these words, they imprinted themselves on my brain and heart. Those words remind me of a quote that the Hospice I work for often uses: “Add life to your days, not days to your life.”
Sun and moonshine, starshine,
the muted light off the waters
of the bay at night, the white
light of the fog stealing in,
the first spears of morning
touching a face
I love. We all lose
everything. We lose
ourselves. We are lost.
No matter who we are, what color our skin is, what we’ve endured, what kind of childhood we had; no matter what we’ve accomplished or haven’t done, we all share two experiences: birth and death. Nothing is permanent in the physical world. Mostly…
Only what we manage to do
lasts, what love sculpts from us
There are plenty of times when I’ve needed to see these words: like when I felt the dark parts of life residing heavily on my chest, looming just above my head, trying to make their home in every cell of my being. They also help me remember what is important – about life, love and gratitude. Only what I do will last – what kind of love I’m sculpting and leaving on the hearts of those I share this journey with.
Do you have a favorite poem, quote, book or saying that changed the way you view life? Share it with me in the comments!