- by Amelia Earhart
Courage is the price that Life exacts for
granting peace,
The soul that knows it not
Knows no release from little things
Knows not the livid loneliness of fear,
Nor the bitter mountains heights
Where bitter
Joy can hear
The sounds of wings.
How can Life grant boon of living, compensate
For dull gray ugliness and pregnant hate
Unless we dare
The Soul's dominion? Each time we make a choice we pay,
With courage to behold the resistless day,
And count it far.
(Thanks for emailing this to me Jason :-) )