A relevant poem

I came across this poem whilst researching for Diversions Manifold (research meaning the desparate search for inspiration for the name).

But yield who will to their separation,
My object in living is to unite
My avocation and my vocation
As my two eyes make one in sight.
Only where love and need are one,
And the work is play for mortal stakes,
Is the deed ever really done
For heaven and the future´s sakes.
—Robert Frost, Two Tramps in Mud Time, st. 9

Sebastian Abbott @doublebdoublet