vegetables and mr. whitman

I've just finished a bowl of steaming vegetables and a fuzzy navel wine cooler. oh monday. i am tired. my fiance came out this weekend to visit. it was amazing to see him again after 17 days. in reality we didn't spend that much time apart compared to what we have done... compared to what we will have to do. that's right. i won't be seeing him until thanksgiving. 36 days. oh dear. oh God. the only way i can do this is by clinging to the fact that God has a plan...that we are not forgotten and that for whatever reason caleb and i are separated right now that reason is not foreign to God. He knows all including what is best for both me and the man i love. so dear friends i am going to throw some laundry in, get ready for bed, enjoy a conversation via skype with my boy and continue onward. i leave you with this poem which i think is amazing...
bek

Oh me! Oh life! of the questions of these recurring,
Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill’d with the foolish,
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)
Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the struggle ever renew’d,
Of the poor results of all, of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me,
Of the empty and useless years of the rest, with the rest me intertwined,
The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?


Answer.
That you are here—that life exists and identity,
That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.
by: Mr. Whitman