fullness of life

“I came to a clear conclusion, and it is a universal one:  To live, to struggle,  
to be in love with life—in love with all life holds, joyful or sorrowful—is  
fulfillment.  The fullness of life is open to all of us.”—Betty Smith  
   
‘tis not life’s fleeting flings  
     that lend me substance,  
          nor furtive johncrow wings  
               that give me distance  
                    from things mundane o’er which  
                         a wild world clamours.  
   
     my fabric takes its stitch  
          from sturdy hammers  
               whose pendulum excites  
                    a nobler spirit  
                         to calculate love's heights,  
                              minute by minute,  
   
          whereto my soul may soar  
               to find life’s fatness.  
                    beyond a glance, much more  
                         than ranking rat nests  
                              becomes the parliament  
                                  for nobler proceeds;  
   
               no grave predicament    
                    for him who concedes  
                         to rid earth’s kingdom of  
                             death’s pestilences.  
                                   ‘tis thus i rise above  
                                       death's consequences.  
   
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                                             by Clyve A. Bowen♫