One of his smallest, yet one of his best!
Many, many years ago, my good friend Eileen gave me a copy of “The Poetry of Robert Frost.” This poem caught my eye. I copied it onto an index card and pinned it above my desk. Every time I moved, the card moved with me. Even today, a yellowed card with multiple pin holes, and words in blue-green ink, make me stop and think. I apply it to everything in my life. Like WD-40 for the mind.
The heart can think of no devotion
Greater than being shore to the ocean —
Holding the curve of one position,
Counting an endless repetition