Encouragement,  Motivation,  Poetry,  Random

Desiderata

Tonight I am struggling to find something to write. The words just will not come. I am heartsore this evening and, therefore, have decided to take a rest from things for the night. But I did want to put something inspiring up tonight so that tomorrow, or the next time I am feeling down, I can look at this and remember that even when I am feeling down I can find something inspiring inside me.

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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 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 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 critical 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 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 1927

Jesi Kay, poet and aspiring novelist, was born in the Texas panhandle where wide skies, lazy summer days, and rolling thunderstorms sparked her imagination and left lasting memories in her blood. An early reader, poetry and mythology were her passions. So much so that when she was ten years old her step-father gave her his college mythology textbooks to read, which were full of classic poetry and more than enough tales to fill her romantic and inquisitive nature. Jesi loves reading, art, going to the theater, the romanticism of the Victorian era (but not the missing conveniences of indoor plumbing and central air conditioning), running when the heat and humidity cooperate, and cold weather so she can wear her favorite boots and knitwear. Also, she still has those college mythology textbooks, a little worse for wear over time but still intact and telling their stories to her. Jesi is a contributor at The Well Tempered Bards blog and at www.octpowrimo.com.

2 Comments

  • cjswriting

    Sorry to hear you are feeling down. Hugs.

    I absolutely love this poem. I love the part that says, “Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.” I say this to myself frequently if I am being self-critical.

    And of course you know I just listen to this on my The Love Book app so TWH can lull me into a sense of peace. 😉

    • Jessica Scott

      My favorite part is the whole section beginning with, “you are a child of the universe.” It makes me feel less small somehow, less alone. It gives me peace, hope, and a bit of strength as well.

      I have that app as well. I use it rather often to write my poems. One of my favorites is this one but there are so many wonderful things on that app. Did you know Robert Herrick was a priest? I laugh every time I read Fresh Cream and Cheese and think of that fact. What a bit of a naughty poem that is. I love it.

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