I go back to this poem when I can’t answer the question about my life, or other peoples’ lives, or the needless suffering. or the endless obstacles to simple peace.
I go back to this poem when I start taking myself too seriously and worrying too much about success or failure or mediocrity.
I go back to this poem when I need to remember it’s simply about using everything I am and have, right now, however I can, to love.
Like Emily Dickinson did, in 1858, when she asked the same question.