This Poem Will Make You Feel Blessed Every Day
I’m reminded regularly that we are blessed. We have a house that we can afford to make payments on. We have two vehicles that are paid off and still running. We have plenty in the way of food and clothes. We have each other – love, respect, enjoyment. So the basics are covered. The needs are taken care of.
I’m going to share something with you – the following poem, Desiderata, was printed on a poster that used to hang in our dining room. Both my husband and I would start our mornings with a cup of coffee and some meditation – using the poem as a guide for our thoughts for the day. Then one day my husband suggested that I take the poster to the office (this is back in ‘07) because the office/corporate environment was getting to me. When I left that job I left the poster behind. My hope is that whoever gets the poster gets as much from the poem as he and I do.
My hope for you is that you, too, will get some guidance on how to live today from this poem. It's been a part of my morning routine for quite a while.
Desiderata
(Max Ehrmann, 1927)
Go placidly amid the noise and the haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible, without surrender,
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even to the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons;
they are vexatious to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain or bitter,
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs,
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals,
and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love,
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment,
it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be.
And whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life,
keep peace in your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.
Lovely poem. It's hard to believe after reading the profound truths one by one that all of this was written 90 years ago. You can probably guess who's wall it's going to hang on from this point forward, no?
Indeed - though Truth has not changed, has it? "The more things change, the more we remain the same" is something I learned many years ago - the experience of being human doesn't change :)