To His Soul

Soul, my soul, don't let them break you,
all these troubles. Never yield:
though their force is overwhelming,
up! attack them shield to shield,

nor victorious rise exalted,
vaunting you can never fall,
nor defeated lie in endless
grieving, as if loss were all.

Take the joy and bear the sorrow,
looking past your hopes and fears:
learn to recognize the measured
dance that orders all our years.

- translated from the Greek by Jon Corelis

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Christopher Quinty 03 May 2009

Great and inspiring poem for troubled souls. What are we to understand by 'learn to recognize the measured dance that orders all our years'?

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