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📹 Desiderata – A Life Changing Poem for Hard Times
Newest episode to our Powerful Life Poetry series. We hope this finds you well in these troublesome times. – Read by Shane …
📹 Father, I Still Love A Poem
The love between a father and son may falter at some points in life, but I believe that love can be mended with time and effort.
As someone who has gone through quite a hardships in life, I have realized that no matter what pain and suffering you pass through, never be a bitter person. It will ultimately rot your own soul. Endure with all your might and at the same time fix whatever you can, no matter how small of a matter they are.
When I was 16, my English teacher made our whole class memorize this piece by heart. Of course, we memorized it without full realization as to what the meaning is. Now that the adult life hit as if with a hammer, this makes so much sense and is a big source of wisdom which I’m hoping to remind myself of everyday. Thank you, Youtube algorithm, Max Ehrmann and the website 🙂
This is very beautiful. I feel that we are lacking the loving, protective voice of elders in our world today. Those who have neared the end of their journeys and have such things to say to us, but rarely do we hear them speak. I really enjoyed listening to this poem spoken by an elder, he has a voice like an ancient tree, very strong and resolute, but also gentle, loving and humble.
My internship as a therapist was working for a school in Phoenix, AZ called “Desiderata.” The school was named after the poem, and all the kids had to learn it. It was an alternative school for kids with emotional and behavioral problems who couldn’t attend their regular schools. The poem is beautiful. And the school is doing amazing work with kids who desperately need it ❤️✨
“Desiderata” is a timeless poem that offers profound wisdom and solace during challenging times. The poem reminds us to maintain a balanced perspective and strive for inner peace, regardless of life’s ups and downs. Its guidance on self-acceptance, kindness, and humility resonates deeply, making it a source of comfort and inspiration. The author’s insights, expressed in elegant language, encourage us to navigate life’s difficulties with grace and resilience. Overall, “Desiderata” remains a beacon of hope and a reminder to lead a meaningful and purposeful life.
I found this poem when I was a teenager after leaving the church and struggling to find my own path. It helped me to understand that virtue and morality are not exclusive to religion, and formed the foundation of my life’s journey. 30 years later it still brings me to tears. For anyone finding this poem today, listen carefully. There is tremendous wisdom in these words. 💜
This poem reminds me of my late dad, Mariano, 🥺 and makes me feel very emotional when I hear it… Especially, the part that says “you are the child of the universe no less than the stars… You have a right to be here” and ” strive to be happy”… He always used to tell me to be happy… And it’s been some year losing my dad.. my job due to the pandemic… It has been tough to keep balance…. 🥺 May his soul rest in eternal peace. Amen.
My Father In Law passed away about 15yrs ago. When he died, while I was cleaning his closet out, I found this poem in a plastic sleeve sitting purposely & perfectly on an empty shelf he must’ve cleaned off himself. I said why would he leave this. I started to read it. As I read tears fell from my eyes. It was then that I claimed this poem for myself as a lover of poetry myself. I refer to it as my 10 Comandments 🙏😥❤✌
The line, “You have a right to be here” has always been one of the most touching parts of this poem to me. My whole life I’ve tried not to take up too much space or too much time or be in anyone’s way, always terrified of being burdensome. In fact, one of my favorite lines from one of my other favorite poems is from The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock: “Do I dare Disturb the Universe?” It’s a banner I’ve always felt has hung over my life, but the line from this poem, “You have a right to be here” is a quiet declaration to the contrary. Whenever I want my voice to be heard, or when I’m looking at something in the store and feel as though I have to move out of the way prematurely; I always think to myself, “you have a right to be here.”
In 1991 a new friend gave me this poem in a small, velvety book. The moment I read it, I knew the new friend would one day be an old one. Over 30 yrs later I can no longer remember my life without him or Desiderata in it. These comments really bring home how we think we’re the only ones having certain experiences when so much is universal. Seeing how much this poem has meant to so many other people hit me in a deep, physical way. To all the people just finding it, may it take up residence in your soul and feed you as well. XO
This is the poem I have committed to memory and taken to heart. Whenever I feel lost, frustrated, insecure, or just plain sad (there are days that we just feel it, despite having no reason to be), I’d tell myself this poem. and everything lightens up. Whenever you’re feeling low, may you remind yourself of this poem. Tell it to yourself. Speak it with your heart. For it will remind you how life is, not how it should be. May it reveal to you once more how to live life the way it’s meant to be. For this is the Desiderata, the ‘things desired’.
Blown away! Truly a masterpiece of words. How a person should perceive his or her way of being. I will keep this in my mind wholeheartedly. We need this at this moment in time. Listen to the silence and you may hear what you need to hear. This spoke to me as if my higher power was speaking directly to me. I will take these words to heart, always.
The poem “Desiderata” has truly transformed my life. Every word written within it touches my heart and provides profound insights. It has become a guiding light, teaching me the importance of self-appreciation, seeking peace amidst chaos, and sharing love with the world around me. When I read it, I am reminded that every moment is precious and that I have the power to create a meaningful life. “Desiderata” is truly an invaluable gift to my life’s journey.
I first read this at 20 and loved it, I wrote it down and shared it with many on my travels around the world. I had the wonderlust in those days. I am now nearly 50, and have not read or heard it since, and yet the words fell from my mind as easily as if I had heard it for the first time yesterday. It was just as relevant, more so perhaps, having lived through the summer of my life and easing into it’s autumn. I now KNOW the meaning of this beautiful prose, and they are ever more profound, as I have lived them. Thank you for making this, it made me smile and brought back precious memories of days that have faded like autumn leaves.
11 years ago, our 5th grade teacher instructed us to memorize this beauty. She passed away last month and it was so sad. I’ll be always grateful of her for engraving this poem in my heart. This is the only poem I can commit to memory after all these years and it always reminds me that life is good when you let things be and place your feet on the ground.
Go placidly Amid the noise and haste And remember what peace There maybe 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 loiud and agressive persons they are vexations to the spirit If you compare yourself with others You may become vain or bitter For always there will be greater And lesser person’s than yourself Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans Keep interested in your own carrier However humble It is a real procession in the changing fortunes of time Excercise caution in your business affairs For the world is full of trickery But let this not blind you To what virture there is Many person’s 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 perineal 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 don’t 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 tress and the stars You have a right to be here And wether 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’s your labours and aspirations I’m the mousy confusions of life Keep peace in your soul With all it’s sham Drudgery and broken dreams It is still a beautiful world Be chearul Strive to be happy
My favorite poem, a poster, hung on a sliding closet door at the tender age of 16, soon to be 68 …..This spoke to my heart, for the existence of humanity ……Regardless of color, culture or traditional upbringing, we have a right to be here…God Bless Us All …..❤🌹 <>< 💜 (✞)~>*….. ( Numbers 6: 24-25)…..Shalom
“With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world.. Be cheerful.. Strive to be happy.” Such a motivational poem with enlightening life lessons! Envisioning an ideal world where everything is hunky-dory is like living in a fool’s paradise. The real world is run-of-the-mill.. ugly.. harsh.. scheming..hypocritical..heartless.. gloomy and yet welcoming n marvellous. It is our own approach to living..of being our own selves in the face of adversities n our responses to them.. that make all the difference..
Translate into Portuguese: Desiderata Siga tranquilamente entre a inquietude e a pressa, lembrando-se que há sempre paz no silêncio. Tanto que possível, sem se humilhar, viva em harmonia com todos os que o cercam. Fale a sua verdade mansa e calmamente e ouça a dos outros, mesmo a dos insensatos e ignorantes – eles também têm sua própria história. Evite as pessoas agressivas e transtornadas, elas afligem nosso espírito. Se você se comparar com os outros você se tornará presunçoso e magoado, pois haverá sempre alguém inferior e alguém superior a você. Viva intensamente o que já pode realizar. Mantenha-se interessado em seu trabalho, ainda que humilde, ele é o que de real existe ao longo de todo tempo. Seja cauteloso nos negócios, porque o mundo está cheio de astúcia, mas não caia na descrença, a virtude existirá sempre. “Você é filho do Universo, irmão das estrelas e árvores. Você merece estar aqui e mesmo que você não possa perceber a terra e o universo vão cumprindo o seu destino.” Muita gente luta por altos ideais e em toda parte a vida está cheia de heroísmos. Seja você mesmo, principalmente, não simule afeição nem seja descrente do amor; porque mesmo diante de tanta aridez e desencanto ele é tão perene quanto a relva. Aceite com carinho o conselho dos mais velhos, mas seja compreensível aos impulsos inovadores da juventude. Alimente a força do Espírito que o protegerá no infortúnio inesperado, mas não se desespere com perigos imaginários, muitos temores nascem do cansaço e da solidão.
I remember many of these words being told by my grandpa. He’s looking at me and my family members from one of those stars and repeatedly saying these words of sheer treasure. More power to all. More energy for everything you are surrounded by. God bless. Miss him badly ❤ but he lives forever in me till infinity ♾️. Thank you for this poem. It lits me up every single time I hear it and can’t stop till I reach the end of it once begun.
I gave this poem to my Dad in the Summer of 1964 who died suddenly of heart failure in June 1970 on holiday in Barbados.On learning of death I was devastated. I know he found it a blessing then, and was in his briefcase which came into my possession years later. A typed copy of The Desiderata had been given to me by an artist Richard Hoffman who I met one morning while he was at his easel in a little square off Bourbon Street, in the French Quarter of New Orleans. I had hitch-hiked from Halifax,Nova Scotia and I was on my way to join my Family in Trinidad West Indies.The Desiderata was the first introduction I had had to to the spiritual dimension of my existence.
After a break up prison penniless and heartache I needed to hear this beautiful poem I will continue to strive and stay hungry its still a beautiful world and life is a gift thank you to anyone else going thru hard times ur worth it and I pray for you as so many have for me so I pay it forward and strive to try and make this world a better place before I leave
I remember years ago, A good friend of mine introduced me to this poem(he has long since passed away, rest in peace my friend) anyway he had written on a cloth banner in his doorway, and every time I went to visit him,I just used to ignore it But one day I stopped out of curiosity and read it. Let’s just say it changed my life and how I see things. And I also love how it is spiritual but not religious, Because I’m not a religious person,but I am very spiritual, and I believe nothing happens by chance, I truly believe that everything happens for a reason. This poem really opened my eyes. And not to long ago I bought my first house, the place was empty as narrow minded person’s head. But wouldn’t you know by it, Out of all the empty Ness (before I moved all my things in) I walked in went down stairs to flick the breaker for the power and turned of my flash light, and when I walked back upstairs, there in kitchen window was a hard plastic copy of this poem (which I still have to this day) Every time I look at it, it reminds me of my dear friend and how he showed me (through this poem) that Life is not about how hard you can punch, but it’s about how hard you can get punched and still get up and not let it phase you.
Desiderata doesn’t just mean “things that are desired,” but specifically: “things that are desired but which one lacks.” The people commenting ‘practice what you preach’ are correct to pick up on that because the poem itself draws attention to how preachers are often failed practitioners in its title. This is an old man recounting all the ways in which he has failed in his life. When he counsels against comparing oneself to others, it is because he has compared himself to others; when he counsels against feigning affection, it is because he has feigned affection; when he counsels to strive for happiness, it is because he has failed to do so. This poem isn’t about telling people how to live their lives, it’s about turning one’s regrets into wisdom which can be passed down to the next generation. Reading it as simple, didactic self-help doesn’t do it justice.
My brother was shown this poem by my grandfather one summer while my brother lived with him and my grandmother in a small, Mexican fishing town – the Spanish version. This week, I’ve gone through adversity and learned a lot about myself. He showed it to me because of my situation. Tonight as I walk and look up at the sky while listening to this poem, it’s as if my grandfather relayed this poem to me thru time via my brother, and I felt a connection with him for the first time since he passed. Life is indeed beautiful.
These WORDS allowed my SOUL to SURVIVE . when I read DECIDERATA . I physically and emotionallly climbed the HIGHEST PEAKS. dived into the DEPTHS of ANTARCTICA. SURVIVED 2 nervous breakdowns. Love this voice! 74 year young FEMINIST. Powerful rendition of the phyilosofy of the POET. Thank you for your reading. I needed it to remind ME I am not ALONE. 🎉❤💃🏻👍🌪️
I came across this touching poem when I was in high school and motivated in every endeavor I had in life. Every word, every phrase had embedded the very core of my being and what made me what I am today—not a perfect human being but a tolerable one. Thank you so much for being here again and reminding me how I triumphed each hurdle in my journey called LIFE.
Max Ehrmann 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.
POEM OF PEACE Max Ehrmann mentioned four types of peace in his timeless, wise, heartfelt poem. — Remember what peace there may be in silence — be on good terms with other persons — be at peace with God — keep peace with your soul Peace in silence, peace with others, peace with your soul and peace with God cover everything and everyone. Punctuation matters — the comma and semicolon could be reversed in the following sentence for a more reasonable interpretation, because “trees” and “stars” are not a “child” as well as “trees” are plural, “stars” are plural, and “child” is singular and “you” the reader is singular in context, as shown below: (3:06 to 3:16) You are a child of the universe; (semicolon) no less than the trees and the stars, (comma) you have a right to be here.
I like writing poem about my feelings: Oh, why I feel so empty inside? I wanna go far far away and hide Clean and swept away my troubled mind And the peace I hope I can surely find. Oh, dear life why you are so difficult? Why i feel like this is all my fault? I wanna escape the tormented past I had That keep taunting me and it really makes me mad. My mind is so messy, i just want to lay Keep my eyes close and sleep all day Thinking it is just a dream or bad fantasy Put it in my mind that it is not a reality. But, no matter how many times I lie at myself I ended up realizing it is real and not imaginary My messy world actually exists And my fantasy is no more in help.
This article came out on my birthday in 2020, little did i know they would be words to live by. 2020 was my most challenging year, not only because of the pandemic but because of a spinal injury that made me feel absolutely worthless and depressed, that i felt it best to end it all. Now two years later, I’m happy things are 10x better than they were then, “strive to be happy, this is still a beautiful world” always stuck with me. Thank you for making this article, And sharing this poem.
My dear teacher shared this with us years ago. Thanks to her once again. I got teary-eyed listening to it after a long time. These are some really wise words spoken so beautifully, in a form of a poem. I really needed this in my life right now. I will come back to this. Every time that I feel like I need to.
I could die from the pain of missing my best friend. Or not really my best friend, but they guy whom I thought was my best friend… He betrayed and abandoned me, discarded me like garbage. Replaced me for another. My mind can’t fathom, my heart can’t comprehend. I live in perpetual panic and constant longing… How could he not miss me? How could he do this to me? Did he just replace me, really, just like that? I’m dying inside. My soul is truly raped and my heart is shattered. REMINDER TO SELF: Hard times don’t create heroes. It is during the hard times, that the hero within: is revealed.
Most of this is virtually the same as various snippets from the bible, mostly the Old Testament. That’s not surprising, and it’s not necessarily a claim of plagiarism. It just points out that if you think about the things that are important in life, your list will end up having most of the same things that other people have on theirs. However, if you read the New Testament, it adds something new. It says what the Old Testament says, that we are messed up, and we do things that anger God. But it goes on to say that there is nothing we can do to make it right, but God has done something to clear the charges against us. He has paid for our crimes himself, but we must believe that for it to be applied to us. I said that the New Testament adds that concept, but the Old Testament actually predicts it. Over 700 years before Jesus was born, the prophet Isaiah wrote this about him in chapter 53 of the book that is named after him: “Who has believed what he has heard from us? And to whom has the arm of the Lord been revealed? For he grew up before him like a young plant, and like a root out of dry ground; he had no form or majesty that we should look at him, and no beauty that we should desire him. He was despised and rejected by men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief; and as one from whom men hide their faces he was despised, and we esteemed him not. Surely he has borne our griefs and carried our sorrows; yet we esteemed him stricken, smitten by God, and afflicted. But he was wounded for our transgressions; he was crushed for our iniquities; upon him was the chastisement that brought us peace, and with his stripes we are healed.
This poem was one of the few things that kept me standing when my wife and I went through a miscarriage a few weeks ago. “Whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.” “With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.”
Always take time to meditate. Clear the mind, start over from scratch. Then organize your thoughts one by one starting with what you have to do. Then with what you want to do. Do this whenever you feel overwhelmed by the chaos of time or life. It will help you to center yourself and brace you against the chaos around you. I personally make a practice of this everyday in the morning before I even leave my bed. I find that doing this helps to brace me for anything life may throw at me in the day. And that after no matter how chaotic my day becomes it’s never to a point where I feel completely overwhelmed.
This beautiful poem is a touchstone to return to in a time of uncertainty where so many voices are attempting to be certain. Trying to make things normal in the face of this seems unwise. “I must be patient in order to proceed.” This comes from Steps to Knowledge, The Book of Inner Knowing by Marshall Vian Summers. This asks us to stop our frantic pace of trying to make things happen in favor of stillness, listening, and stepping back from the noise. To make true progress we have to prepare, not just charge off without any clear purpose or direction. God could have created the world in the blink of an eye, but instead God was patient, taking according to Biblical text seven whole days! God’s seven days could be seven billion years for all we know. But even seven days would be much more time than God would need, right? God probably had a lot more things to do than just create this world. There’s a whole universe out there for God to attend to. Yet God took some time to get it right. Can we not take some time right now to be patient and let ourselves rest, appreciate the little things, and maybe find another way to come together as a human family without fighting and hurting each other, and making things so much worse?
This is absolutely not written by him, it’s found in st Paul’s Cathedral in London in 1692. It is my life poem and it’s wonderful that it is shared, but it is important not to own something that’s isn’t yours. The author is unknown. Like someone in the reactions said, it might even been from Iran. Who knows… Most importantly it’s timeless and universal.
Remember, failure is more important than perfection. Without failure, we wouldn’t be able to see how much we have improved. Without failure life is meaningless. Try, and if you fail, get up and do it again. There may be those who are born with perfection, but life favors those who failed and got back up with a grin, those are the true winners of life.
I think I’ve 🤔 heard a shorter version of this poem somewhere a long, long time ago, It begins with ” God grant me Serenity…and Ends with the Wisdom to Know The Difference? “.Is it called the ” Serenity Prayer ? “. Did the man who wrote this poem know of the Old Testament Book of Psalms or Proverbs ?. He sounds a great deal like my dearly, departed Great Grandma as she was very wise, too ! I miss her very much 😢 ; she’s been gone for almost 40 years now, but she’s with Jesus now 🙏 ❤️ 🙌 💖!
“It is Still a beautiful world” I couldn’t see it one year earlier because death was everywhere. But now i see what it means. I can relate it to the people who were helping others during pandemic, their lives on the line. I understand now there are still beautiful people in this world. In every country, in every community, Good is still there, not as highlighted because the bad make too much noise but good is still there. I can see it Now.
I Also had this hanging on my closet door as a teenager n over the years I’ve lost sight of its profound teachings ..as an adult I was so promiscuous .. But always kind n caring n now as I’m older it returns to haunt me .. I have loved life n given life n Taught life/Desiderata to my 5 son’s ..I Am proud of this one accomplishment
We only live once minutes about 2, nothing I did not even a few! Never tried this, that I did do! Not one was my best, or was I destined to do, Never knew me,No attempt to!Ĺots of loneliness, Sadness is what I do. When wil I be me, the one that I’m made to?I somewhat know the man or child I once knew! Till one day he left with out a single clue,I remember him like a child, eyes were sky blue! Michael is my name, Im not so I want to be, some may say I’m good,”help me to find me”!