Who am I?A line, a dash,
A little space between two dates—
Little dates with honor's weight,
Little dates with baseness splashed.
Connecting finish to the start,
I fill the fullness of this time:
While toiling in the pure sublime
Or squand'ring all or even part.
How should I live to fill this space?
What purpose shall my life pursue?
I know I cannot worth accrue,
While life sits idly by its race.
For springtime turns to fall too soon,
Then winter with its discontent;
I want to see my life well-spent,
Not lived in waste nor anguished ruin.
So to my God I'll turn my heart,
My soul will closely follow Him;
My life well-lived as joyous hymn
Will purpose to my dash impart.
- D. Benning
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