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A Prayer By: Max Ehrmann |
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Let
me
do my work each day; and if the darkened hours of despair overcome me,
may
I not forget the strength that comforted me in the desolation of other
times.
May
I still remember the bright hours that found me walking over the silent
hills of my childhood, or dreaming on the margin of a quiet river, when
a light glowed within me, and I promised my early god to have courage
amid the tempests of the changing years.
Spare
me from bitterness and from the sharp passions of unguarded moments.
May
I not forget that poverty and riches are of the spirit.
Though
the world knows me not, may my thoughts and actions be such as shall keep
me friendly with myself.
forbid
that I should judge others lest I condemn myself.
lift
my eyes from the earth, and let me not forget the uses of the stars.
give
me a few friends who still love for what I am ; and keep ever burning
before my vagrant steps the kindly light of hope.
and
though age and infirmity overtake me, and come not within the sight
of the castles of my dreams, teach me still to be thankful for life, and
for times olden memories that are good and sweet; and may the evenings
twilight find me gentle still...
author: MaxEhrmann ahhhh
if only i had a gift to write like that . this expresses my feelings
so well...
blessings
to you all and may all your days have clear blue skies...
Contributed
by: gay nelle
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