Returned today from the first day of my faculty orientation at the University of Manitoba. Our President began the day by sharing a poem with us. It really struck me, and I thought I would share it here.
The generous sink into traces they leave in us,
In tiers of personality, gestures, words we use,
Flashbacks to small confirmations, that hand lain
On a shoulder. The generous are still a glow within.
Confident, they knew nothing diminished their glory,
As they nourished seeds to flower for a while in me.
The jealous I begin to forget, frightened spirits
Nipping the buds of younger and younger threats.
The turning point and I face both ways like Janus.
Recall how terribly you needed praise. Then choose.