WE never know how high we are
Till we are called to rise;
And then, if we are true to plan,
Our statures touch the skies.
The heroism we recite
Would be a daily thing,
Did not ourselves the cubits warp
For fear to be a king.
A beautiful reminder from Dickinson, a female voice who realized longtime ago that we are sacred souls full of potentials, and the tough experiences we pass through life is just a reminder for that, a call to rise because heroes and kings whom we exaggerate in measuring them are not much different than us. God created us as His image because we are able to reach perfection.