Day 2: A Poem

Today I was wandering around a website of poems by my very favorite poet, Ella Wheeler Wilcox, and I found this one and felt that it could very easily be applied to the Pro-Life movement and some of the frustrations I discussed yesterday:

Preaching vs. Practice

It is easy to sit in the sunshine
And talk to the man in the shade;
It is easy to float in a well-trimmed boat,
And point out the places to wade.

But once we pass into the shadows,
We murmur and fret and frown,
And, our length from the bank, we shout for a plank,
Or throw up our hands and go down.

It is easy to sit in your carriage,
And counsel the man on foot,
But get down and walk, and you'll change your talk,
As you feel the peg in your boot.

It is easy to tell the toiler
How best he can carry his pack,
But no one can rate a burden's weight
Until it has been on his back.

The up-curled mouth of pleasure,
Can prate of sorrow's worth,
But give it a sip, and a wryer lip,
Was never made on earth.

This week, I am definitely "feeling the peg in my boot." It is hard for me to know of the injustices the Unborn are facing and not be able to commit myself wholeheartedly to it. I feel so helpless sometimes. I'm finding myself bitter against my homework & my classes because I feel like I could be doing so much more to actually make a change rather than learn about little historical facts or other things that seem to vanish once the unit test is over. It's been one of those weeks where I just need to listen to "You Are Loved (Don't Give Up)" by Josh Groban on repeat. Praying for all those who began 40 Days for Life this morning.