The following poem transported me to peace and to thoughts of how our souls are constantly reaching out to anchor onto something. I pray for Lila - a young girl who has recently passed away - and how her soul may anchor to God.
A Noiseless Patient Spider
Walt Whitman
A noiseless patient spider,
I marked where on a little promontory it stood isolated,
Marked how to explore the vacant vast surrounding,
It launched forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself,
Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them.
And you O my soul where you stand,
Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space,
Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing, seeking the spheres to connect them,
Till the bridge you will need be formed, till the ductile anchor hold,
Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul.
To write is to dare the soul. So write.
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