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George Gray

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I have studied many times
The marble which was chiseled for me --
A boat with a furled sail at rest in a harbor.
In truth it pictures not my destination
But my life.
For love was offered me and I shrank from its disillusionment;
Sorrow knocked at my door, but I was afraid;
Ambition called to me, but I dreaded the chances.
Yet all the while I hungered for meaning in my life.
And now I know that we must lift the sail

And catch the winds of destiny
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Charity Tafoya 28 May 2005

I first read this poem in high school and felt an extreme connection to it. Whenever I feel like I'm in a rut or that I'm cowarring from lifes challenges I go back and read George Gray.

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