My soul is a little quiet this Sunday morning. My soul was caught up in a tsunami of emotion and a firestorm of thoughts, pulsing through my mind, most of this week. My soul is trying to rest in a body that’s holding a lot of tension – a body that has had no other choice than to be the rigid container of the relentless tsunamis and the chaotic firestorms, which felt like they would never end. My soul is not looking to reach out today, but more so, to settle down, within, to still the waters and to get back to the peace that lies below all storms and fires. Always.
The poem below by Carl Sandberg moves me. Sundays are devoted to poetry here at Adulting – Second Half. Please share a poem that moves you, whether you are the author or not. Poetry is salve for the soul. Writing poems and reading poems are release valves, to whatever needs to be let go.
“I Love You” by Carl Sandberg
I love you for what you are, but I love you yet more for what you are going to be.
I love you not so much for your realities as for your ideals. I pray for your desires that they may be great, rather than for your satisfactions, which may be so hazardously little.
A satisfied flower is one whose petals are about to fall. The most beautiful rose is one hardly more than a bud wherein the pangs and ecstasies of desire are working for a larger and finer growth. Not always shall you be what you are now. You are going forward toward something great. I am on the way with you and therefore I love you.