I lift my eyes to the mirror
And see the bright goodness of life;
I touch my body and spirit
With thoughts that are free of strife.
I acknowledge that I am my reason
For asking myself to do,
That my aim may be rare—-hard struggle to There—-
Yet entirely mine to pursue.
I set my goal with my whole brain,
I plan each step around me;
I know that in me I’ve all the strength
To be what I want to be.
I swing out a door in the sunlight,
The mountains high up I scan;
Over them all I’m climbing,
The future within me—-“I can.”
I know that not one hill is promised
(There’s no guarantee of free height),
But that effort, and effort, and effort,
At least may help set me up right.
I work for the triumphs of working,
Of stamping new roadways “Done!”
Of knowing my sharpness, my energy, my skill,
Are many joys pressed into one.
I stride the night skies of near-parted,
I mark where new pass lanes belong;
Yes, I mirror the stars with more color
To celebrate life more strong!
Then I pause, at last, on Completion;
At least, till I newly begin;
For my dreams are still singing,
Thought’s wake-bells tingling,
And gleams of new angles are in!