When I was in college I found a poster called the Desiderata (Latin: “desired things”). It was at the time thought to have been written by an anonymous author in 1692, but it is actually known (maybe not commonly) to be a prose poem by Indiana writer Max Ehrmann(September 26, 1872 – September 9, 1945). was a spiritual writer and attorney from Terre Haute, Indiana and written in 1927. Along with Invictus, it has helped me quite often over the years, especially dealing with my family (sorry family).
My faith has been extremely tested these last few years. Truly, while I still believe I don’t have much faith left. The fact that I now simply choose to believe is in large part because of this poem and because there are a handful of people I truly respect, and they do in fact believe. I have always trusted “reason” more than “faith” (I still do), and I find the reason in this poem to be very comforting. Personally, I have always believed that God must be reasonable….. Anyway, for today’s offering I include it now. Peace- out, and I’ll keep you posted.
Desiderata -by Max Ehrmann
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 vexatious 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.
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.
Strive to be happy.