Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Finding your Giant in your Dreams

A moment I captured in my State

Shortly after I recovered from the high that is New Years day I learned that someone that influenced my life more then I realized passed away. This man in my mind was a giant.  He fought to protect this planet and keep jobs in America before it was even the "cool" thing to do.  He wanted to be know simple as a "builder". I was told his favorite building blocks were not bricks and mortar, but ideas, people and trees. I have to say, I agree.

Recently I learned that he carried a poem in his planner that he always kept with him. I wanted to share it will all of you, who knows maybe there is a good reason he kept this on him at all times.  

 A Psalm Of Life


What The Heart Of The Young Man Said To The Psalmist

Tell me not, in mournful numbers, 
    Life is but an empty dream! —  
  For the soul is dead that slumbers, 
    And things are not what they seem. 

  Life is real! Life is earnest! 
    And the grave is not its goal; 
  Dust thou art, to dust returnest, 
    Was not spoken of the soul. 

  Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, 
    Is our destined end or way; 
  But to act, that each to-morrow 
    Find us farther than to-day. 

  Art is long, and Time is fleeting, 
    And our hearts, though stout and brave, 
  Still, like muffled drums, are beating 
    Funeral marches to the grave. 

  In the world's broad field of battle, 
    In the bivouac of Life, 
  Be not like dumb, driven cattle! 
    Be a hero in the strife! 

  Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! 
    Let the dead Past bury its dead! 
  Act, — act in the living Present! 
    Heart within, and God o'erhead! 

  Lives of great men all remind us 
    We can make our lives sublime, 
  And, departing, leave behind us 
    Footprints on the sands of time; 

  Footprints, that perhaps another, 
    Sailing o'er life's solemn main, 
  A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, 
    Seeing, shall take heart again. 

  Let us, then, be up and doing, 
    With a heart for any fate; 
  Still achieving, still pursuing, 
    Learn to labor and to wait.

This poem was originally published in 1839, but its advice is timeless and encouraging. As we are still adjusting to the new year and we are remembering the past I hope that each tomorrow finds you farther than today. I believe that Longfellow was encouraging all of us to reach for our dreams, but remember that dreams take time so have patience  to let them form. Who knows maybe our dreams will influence others as much as the man that carried this for years did on all that knew him.

Till next time,

If you are curious as to whom I am referring to here is his Bio.

1 comment:

  1. in CO was the only time I have seen both ends of a rainbow (or maybe I just dreamed that). beautiful country and any poem that uses the word bivouac is alright in my book. oh yeah...this is good too -- Act, — act in the living Present!

    Didn't know the fellow you are tributing, but I take that he did good things.

    thanks for posting!