Saturday, September 24, 2005

One of My Favorite Poems

Desiderata

Go placidly amid the noise and 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 the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain and 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 with your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.

Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.

Max Ehrmann, Desiderata, Copyright 1952

This poem says it all.

 

Monday, September 12, 2005

Bits and Pieces

Bits and pieces hang swinging high in trees
Life treasures so carelessly tossed.
Faces staring blankly in two's and three's.
Stumble along intently seeking relief, looking
for the lost.

Gentle people old, young - hearts melted.
Fear on the faces of the children I behold.

Wring their hands at such a sight
Mighty men try with all their might
to rescue the most.

Scenes of devastation as the city is lost
Nothing could stop it, nature gone wild
at such a cost.

Oh, my heart weeps at what I must view.
The City with soul shall rise again, as
a Phoenix from the ashes nothing less will do.

Oh, ye Gods of fate one would go and one
would stay.
How high will the count go?
Believe me I don't want to know.
Dear Lord there has to be a better way and
hear our prayers for better days