I Will be Worthy of it

I May not reach the heights I seek,

My untried strength may fail me;

Or, half-way up the mountain peak

Fierce tempest may assail me.

But though that place I never gain,

Herein lies comfort for my pain--

I will be worthy of it.

I may not triumph in success,

Despite my earnest labour;

I may not grasp results that bless

the efforts of my neighbour.

But though my goal I never see,

This thought shall always dwell with me--

I will be worthy of it.

The golden glory of Love's light

May never fall on my way;

My path may always lead through night,

Like some deserted by-way.

But though life's dearest joy I miss,

There lies a nameless strenght in this--

I will be worthy of it.

By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Its Sunday; either the end of a whirlwind week or the beginning of another one.

I thought I had a good topic to write tonight, but when I sat down to write... Blank! So enjoy the above poem, and may it be the inspiration to help through the upcoming week.

Time, Gentlemen, please.