She is Strong in Will

I am a part of all that I have met, says the little flower,

or me to her as she fills me with such quiet wonder,

we say: look here for a moment and see with new eyes

How dull it is to pause, to make an end,

To rust unburnish’d, not to shine in use!

Our shared journey here by the roadside, equal temper…

made weak by time and fate, but strong in will.

Photo by Jen Payne, Branford, CT. From “Ulysses” by Alfred, Lord Tennyson. Click here to read the full poem.