It Is Still A Beautiful World

It is still a beautiful world

Dear Lincoln,

I thought today I would share some more poetry with you.  The poem I want to share with you is by Max Ehrmann.  Max Ehrmann was born in Terre Haute, Indiana on September 16, 1872 to German immigrant parents. In 1894 he graduated from DePauw University in Greencastle. Later Ehrmann studied law and philosophy at Harvard University. He returned to Terre Haute where he practiced law. When he began writing, he devoted every day to his work. Ehrmann wrote many poems, but his most famous poems are ‘Desiderata’ (1927) and ‘A Prayer (1906)’.

“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 the dull and ignorant; they too have their story. Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love – for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment is it perennial as the grass. Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you from 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 labours 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.
― Max Ehrmann, Desiderata: A Poem for a Way of Life

Lincoln, today the world was beautiful because you and I spent the early morning at the beach.  You are no doubt, your momma’s boy, fearlessly playing in the water, always looking for the next thrill that sends you laughing hysterically.  Yes Lincoln, today the world was beautiful because we were together enjoying the moment, and setting worries aside.

I love you to the moon and back little man, Puppa

Grace me with a stolen moment

Grace me with a stolen moment, let me know why…

Like all the stars of the night sky, give me just one reason…

One reason for my heart to sigh.

Standing amidst the ocean of night and gale, I question why…

Like memories and feelings in the mind and heart, tell me how one exists…

In a land of fairy tales, hummingbirds and butterflies.

A Grand Hall of music and song, It seduces me into asking why…

Like how time can never stop, not even for a world…

Where flowers and yes, even dreams must die.

Mortals share precious moments, and time has no meaning, I challenge why…

Maybe, just maybe, there doesn’t need to be a reason why…

Faith is enough when placed in the hands of Mother Earth and Father Sky.

I Love You, I like Sunny Days

I recently had a discussion with 2 co-workers about love. They were talking about the love they have for their spouses. The problem I had was how they described their love. Nowadays we attach the word LOVE to everything, I love pizza, I love animals, I love sleeping in, I love sunny days, I love…and the list goes on. I like those things, I don’t LOVE them. And love shouldn’t be directed to what someone does for you. If that was the case I would be love with the cook at Captain Joe’s, because that guy can cook a steak just the way I LIKE it. My co-workers said they loved their spouses because “she always makes me coffee in the morning, she makes the greatest chili, she irons my clothes, ” etc. My wife does all those things too, and I like that she does that for me, but I don’t love her for doing those things. My love for her is much more. My love for her is measured by the degree of my sacrifice for her. When you deeply love someone, you’ll do a lot of difficult, challenging, or painful things for him or her that you would never do for anyone else. Love means going out of your way to be a servant. Try as I might, I may never love as much as my wife does, for she sacrifices so much of herself for me, her daughters, the two other men in her life (her son in-laws), her grandson, and her family. The funny thing is, is that she doesn’t know she sacrifices anything, all she knows is that she loves us. Now, more then any other time, we need to teach our children what to like, and how to love.

1 Corinthians 13 4-8
Love is patient, love is kind and is not jealous; love does not brag and is not arrogant, does not act unbecomingly; it does not seek its own, is not provoked, does not take into account a wrong suffered, does not rejoice in unrighteousness, but rejoices with the truth; bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never fails;

I love you Lincoln, Puppa

Nana and Lincoln, two great loves of my life

I am….

I Am

I am simple yet complex

I wonder about God and my purpose

I hear the wind whisper

I see beauty everywhere

I want happiness

I am simple yet complex

 

I pretend to be content

I feel blessed for the simple things

I touch my imagination

I worry about those I love

I cry for those that don’t appreciate what they have

I am simple yet complex

 

I understand that to love and be loved is enough

I say to live without hesitation

I dream of a better understanding of who I am

I try to leave whispers of my footprints on tiny hearts

I hope for love and understanding

I am simple yet complex 

Poem for a Sunday Morning

I Am

I am simple yet complex

I wonder about God and my purpose

I hear the wind whisper

I see beauty everywhere

I want happiness

I am simple yet complex

 

I pretend to be content

I feel blessed for the simple things

I touch my imagination

I worry about those I love

I cry for those that don’t appreciate what they have

I am simple yet complex

 

I understand that to love and be loved is enough

I say to live without hesitation

I dream of a better understanding of who I am

I try to leave whispers of my footprints on tiny hearts

I hope for love and understanding

I am simple yet complex