We never know how high we are (1176)

Emily Dickinson – 1830-1886

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—

-I was thinking about this poem this past week when I did my annual watch of The Life of Reilly, the Charles Nelson Reilly piece of him telling the story of his life. I have been thinking about my own life and how I am going to rise myself this year and become the best version of myself I can be.