Lately, I’ve been thinking of this: when I have a choice, may I always choose the gracious one. When I write it, it sounds like a striving but really it’s the lighter, playful choice. Thank you.
Mr. Switter, thank you for the back story. Before this I read your poem many times and I couldn't follow. Now, it takes on a whole new meaning. I can barely fathom what your friend must have endured....and to still approach the world with kindness....I'm a little speechless.
I memorized a poem when I was in high school called Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard, by Thomas Gray. In one passage, I think it describes the majority of the quiet, good, unseen people in the world:
Lately, I’ve been thinking of this: when I have a choice, may I always choose the gracious one. When I write it, it sounds like a striving but really it’s the lighter, playful choice. Thank you.
Mr. Switter, thank you for the back story. Before this I read your poem many times and I couldn't follow. Now, it takes on a whole new meaning. I can barely fathom what your friend must have endured....and to still approach the world with kindness....I'm a little speechless.
I memorized a poem when I was in high school called Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard, by Thomas Gray. In one passage, I think it describes the majority of the quiet, good, unseen people in the world:
Full many a gem of purest ray serene
The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear:
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
And waste its sweetness on the desert air.