A Poem For Sunday

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From “Song of Myself” (1867) by Walt Whitman:

I have said that the soul is not more than the body,
And I have said that the body is not more than the soul,
And nothing, not God, is greater to one than one’s self is,
And whoever walks a furlong without sympathy walks to his own funeral
drest in his shroud,
And I or you pocketless of a dime may purchase the pick of the earth,
And to glance with an eye or show a bean in its pod confounds the learning
of all times,
And there is no trade or employment but the young man following it may
become a hero,
And there is no object so soft but it makes a hub for the wheel’d universe,
And I say to any man or woman, Let your soul stand cool
Composed before a million universes.
And I say to mankind, Be not curious about God,
For I am who am curious about each am not curious about God,
(No array of terms can say how much I am at peace about God
And about death.)

(Photo of Abraham Lincoln’s funeral procession on Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington, DC, via the Library of Congress)