Lord Let Me Live by Robert Service/A prayer by Max Ehrmann/Inspirational prayers

Lord Let Me Live
BY Robert Service
Music:
Giovanni Marradi-Just for you





Lord, let me live, that more and more
Your wonder world I may adore;
With every dawn to grow and grow
Alive to graciousness aglow;
And every eve in beauty see
Reason for rhapsody.

Lord, let me bide, that I may prove
The buoyant brightness of my love
For sapphire sea and lyric sky
And buttercup and butterfly;
And glory in the golden thought
Of rapture You have wrought.

Lord, let me linger, just for this,--
To win to utterness of bliss;
To see in every dawn design
Proof of Your Providence divine;
With night to find ablaze above,
Assurance of Your love.

Lord, for Your praise my days prolong,
That I may sing in sunny sort,
And prove with my exultant song
The longest life is all to short:
Aye, even in a bead of dew
To shrine in beauty--YOU.

A Prayer
Max Ehrmann


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.

Lift up my eyes
from the earth, and let me not
forget the uses of the stars.
Forbid that I should judge others
lest I condemn myself.
Let me not follow the clamor of
the world, but walk calmly
in my path.

Give me a few friends
who will love me 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 I come not within
sight of the castle of my dreams,
teach me still to be thankful
for life, and for time's olden
memories that are good and
sweet; and may the evening's
twilight find me gentle still.

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La beauté de Jean-Michel Bartnicki / merveilleux poème sur la beauté

La beauté
Jean-Michel Bartnicki

La beauté se cache là où tu ne la vois pas,
Dans le regard d'un enfant qui t'observe
Et te vénère comme si tu étais un Dieu vivant,
Toi qui te désoles de ne plus t'émerveiller de rien.

La beauté se propage dans ce doute qui te ronge
Comme un mal nécessaire à ta renaissance,
Pour mieux te faire rejaillir de tes cendres,
Et se répandre comme une semence
Sur les angoisses des hommes.

>La beauté se lit sur les lèvres
De ce sourd-muet
Qui prend la parole avec ses mains,
Et caresse de ses gestes
Toutes les splendeurs du monde.

La beauté se moque de l'âge,
Et tes rides sont tes alliées
Comme des forces qui se déploient
Pour triompher de ta vieillesse.

La beauté se réfugie dans les yeux
De ces amoureux timides,
Qui n'osent s'embrasser,
Emus comme perdus
Dans le silence de leur cri d'amour.

La beauté se noie dans la goutte d'eau
Qui va rejoindre l'océan
Et repart dans le ciel
Pour créer des arcs-en-ciel
Qui dansent au-dessus de toi.

La beauté se glisse dans tes pensées
Quand tu te sens si fort
Que tous les malheurs du monde
S'effondrent comme des châteaux de cartes
Face à tant d'optimisme et de courage.

La beauté survole les montagnes,
Les vallées et les prés,
Les fleuves et les fleurs,
Elle te donne envie de rejoindre
Ces oiseaux qui chantent et jouent,¨
Posés comme une plume
Sur le vent qui les emporte,
Comme la musique que tu écoutes.

La beauté se dévoile dans les mots
De tous ces écrivains
Qui se penchent sur leur feuille
Comme des roseaux fragiles,
Et qui suent à ne plus finir
En quête d'inspiration,
Pour que l'enfant s'émerveille
Et que l'adulte se passionne.

La beauté s'érige dans les attitudes fières
De ces sculptures qui t'éblouissent,
Et qui traversent les siècles
Comme des chênes indestructibles.

La beauté se nourrit des messages de tes amis
Qui se livrent mieux que des frères et sœurs
En tapant sur leur clavier des phrases,
Comme des symphonies secrètes
Dans le silence et l'intimité de leur âme.

La beauté s'inspire des courbes parfaites de la femme,
Si belles et si captivantes,
Que les couleurs se troublent
Pour mieux s'épanouir
Sous les pinceaux des peintres déconcertés.

La beauté de réfugie dans les bras des mères et des pères
Qui embrassent leurs enfants
Avec tellement plus d'amour chaque jour,
Que le bonheur en devient jaloux.

La beauté se complaît dans la tendresse infinie
De ces couples magnifiques
Qui ont fait de leur union
Une résistance au temps qui passe.

Enfin, la beauté se conjugue au présent et au futur
Et à toutes les personnes,
Dans toutes les langues
Dans tous les pays
Pour que les misères du monde
Disparaissent à tout jamais
Et se conjuguent à l'imparfait.

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Dieu, Dieu au-dedans de moi de Emily Brontë/Poème spirituel

Dieu, Dieu au-dedans de moi
Emily Brontë

Dieu, Dieu au-dedans de moi,
Divinité forte et puissante,
Vie, qui participe à mon être
Comme je participe à toi, vie immortelle !

Les mille Credos sont vains
Qui émeuvent les coeurs des hommes,
Vains comme des herbes séchées
Ou comme l’écume des mers...

D’un amour qui embrasse tout
Ton esprit anime les siècles,
Il me pénètre, il me réchauffe,
Il change, il soutient, il dissout,
Il me suscite et il m’élève.

Si la terre et l’homme passaient,
Si les soleils et les mondes sombraient ;
Et que toi seule demeurasses,
Vie, tout existerait en toi.

Il n’y a point de place pour la Mort,
Sa puissance ne peut anéantir un atome,
Toi, Vie, tu es l’Être et le Souffle,
Et ce que tu es ne peut être détruit.

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Friends by Edgar A. Guest

Friends
by Edgar A. Guest

Ain't it fine when things are going
Topsy-turvy and askew
To discover someone showing
Good old-fashioned faith in you?
Ain't it good when life seems dreary
And your hopes about to end,
Just to feel the handclasp cheery
Of a fine old loyal friend?
Gosh! one fellow to another
Means a lot from day to day,
Seems we're living for each other
In a friendly sort of way.
When a smile or cheerful greetin'
Means so much to fellows sore,
Seems we ought to keep repeatin'
Smiles an' praises more an' more.

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Good Advice to Live by Author Unknown

Good Advice to Live By
by Author Unknown
This is not really a poem but it lists out some
very good advice, so I decided to give it a home here.


If you want your dreams to come true, don't oversleep.
The smallest good deed is better than the grandest intention.
Of all the things you wear, your expression is the most important.

The best vitamin for making friends....B1.
The 10 commandments are not multiple choice.
The happiness of your life depends on the quality
of your thoughts.

Minds are like parachutes.. .they function only when open.
Ideas won't work unless YOU do.
One thing you can't recycle is wasted time.

One who lacks the courage to start has already finished.
The heaviest thing to carry is a grudge.
Don't learn safety rules by accident.

We lie the loudest when we lie to ourselves.
Jumping to conclusions can be bad exercise.
A turtle makes progress when it sticks its head out.

One thing you can give and still keep...is your word.
A friend walks in when everyone else walks out.
AND FINALLY...

The pursuit of happiness is the chase of a lifetime!!

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Inspiring love quotes by Henry Ward Beecher,Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

Of all the music that reached farthest into heaven,
it is the beating of a loving heart.
Henry Ward Beecher

Neither a lofty degree of intelligence nor imagination
nor both together go to the making of genius. Love, love,
love, that is the soul of genius.
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

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Inspiring music quotes

Music is the movement of sound to reach the soul
for the education of its virtue.

If I can write the songs of the nations,
I don't care who writes the laws.
Plato

In music the passions enjoy themselves
Friedrich Nietzsche

Music melts all the separate parts of our bodies together.
Anais Nin

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Out in the Fields with God by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Out in the Fields with God
Elizabeth Barrett Browning

The little cares which fretted me
I lost them yesterday,
Among the fields, above the sea,
Among the winds at play,
Among the lowing of the herds,
The rustling of the trees,
Among the singing of the birds,
The humming of the bees.
The foolish fear of what might happen,
I cast them all away
Among the clover-scented grass,
Among the new-mown hay,
Among the husking of the corn,
Where drowsy poppies nod
Where ill thoughts die and good are born--
Out in the fields with God

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A Mile With Me by Henry Van Dyke

A Mile With Me
by Henry Van Dyke

O who will walk a mile with me
Along life's merry way?
A comrade blithe and full of glee,
Who dares to laugh out loud and free,
And let his frolic fancy play,
Like a happy child, through the flowers gay
That fill the field and fringe the way
Where he walks a mile with me.

And who will walk a mile with me
Along life's weary way?
A friend whose heart has eyes to see
The stars shine out o'er the darkening lea,
And the quiet rest at the end o' the day,—
A friend who knows, and dares to say,
The brave, sweet words that cheer the way
Where he walks a mile with me.

With such a comrade, such a friend,
I fain would walk till journeys end,
Through summer sunshine, winter rain,
And then?—Farewell, we shall meet again!

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Love quote by Thomas Merton

The beginning of love is to let those we love be
perfectly themselves, and not to twist them to
fit our own image. Otherwise we love only
the reflection of ourselves we find in them.
Thomas Merton

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love quote by Vincent Van Gogh

Rob Hefeeran Art

Love many things, for therein lies the true strength,
and whosoever loves much perfoms much, and can accomplish
much, and what is done in love is done well.
Vincent Van Gogh

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DESIDERATA EN ESPANOL de Max Ehrmann/Texto original en inglés

Elena Dudina Digital art

DESIDERATA
EN ESPANOL
Max Ehrmann
Texto original en inglés

Camina plàcido entre el ruido y la prisa,
y piensa en la paz que se puede encontrar en el silencio.
En cuanto sea posible y sin rendirte, mantén buenas
relaciones con todas las personas.
Enuncia tu verdad de una manera serena y clara,
y escucha a los demás, incluso al torpe e ignorante,
también ellos tienen su propia historia.

Esquiva a las personas ruidosas y agresivas, pues son
un fastidio para el espíritu.
Si te comparas con los demás, te volverás
vano y amargado, pues siempre habrá personas mas
grandes y mas pequeñas que tu.
Disfruta de tus éxitos, lo mismo que de tus planes.

Mantén el interés en tu propia carrera por humilde
que sea, ella es un verdadero tesoro
en el fortuito cambiar de los tiempos. Se cauto en
tus negocios, pues el mundo esta lleno de engaños,
mas no dejes que esto te vuelva ciego para la virtud
que existe. Hay muchas personas que se esfuerzan
por alcanzar nobles ideales.
La vida esta llena de heroísmo.

Se sincero contigo mismo, en especial no finjas
el afecto, y no seas cínico en el amor,
pues en medio de todas las arideces y desengaños
es perenne como la hierba.

Acata dócilmente el consejo de los años, abandonando
con donaire las cosas de la juventud. Cultiva la firmeza
del espíritu, para que te proteja en las adversidades
repentinas. Muchos temores nacen de la fatiga y la soledad.
Sobre una sana disciplina se benigno contigo mismo

Tu eres una criatura del universo, no menos que
las plantas y las estrellas, tienes derecho a existir,
y sea que te resulte claro o no, indudablemente
el universo marcha como debiera. Por eso, debes estar
en paz con Dios, cualquiera que sea tu idea de El,
y sean cualesquiera tus trabajos y aspiraciones,
conserva la paz con tu alma, en la bulliciosa confusión
de la vida.

Aun con toda su farsa, penalidades y sueños fallidos,
el mundo es todavía hermoso,
se cauto, esfuérzate por ser feliz.

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Excerpts from Song of the Open Road by Walt Whitman

Music:
Marc Enfroy -Alawys



Excerpts from Song of the Open Road
Walt Whitman (1819–1892).

AFOOT and light-hearted, I take to the open road,
Healthy, free, the world before me,
The long brown path before me, leading wherever I choose.

Henceforth I ask not good-fortune—I myself am good fortune;
Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,
Strong and content, I travel the open road.

The earth—that is sufficient;
I do not want the constellations any nearer;
I know they are very well where they are;
I know they suffice for those who belong to them.


(Still here I carry my old delicious burdens;
I carry them, men and women—I carry them with me
wherever I go;
I swear it is impossible for me to get rid of them;
I am fill’d with them, and I will fill them in return.)

You road I enter upon and look around! I believe you
are not all that is here;
I believe that much unseen is also here.

Here the profound lesson of reception,
neither preference or denial;
The black with his woolly head, the felon, the diseas’d,
the illiterate person, are not denied; The birth,
the hasting after the physician, the beggar’s tramp,
the drunkard’s stagger, the laughing party of mechanics,
The escaped youth, the rich person’s carriage, the fop,
the eloping couple,
The early market-man, the hearse, the moving of furniture
into the town, the return back from the town,
They pass—I also pass—anything passes—none
can be interdicted;
None but are accepted—none but are dear to me.

You air that serves me with breath to speak!
You objects that call from diffusion my meanings, and
give them shape!
You light that wraps me and all things in delicate
equable showers!
You paths worn in the irregular hollows by the roadsides!
I think you are latent with unseen existences—you are
so dear to me.

The earth expanding right hand and left hand,
The picture alive, every part in its best light,
The music falling in where it is wanted, and stopping
where it is not wanted,
The cheerful voice of the public road—the gay fresh
sentiment of the road.

O highway I travel! O public road! do you say to me,
Do not leave me?
Do you say, Venture not? If you leave me, you are lost?
Do you say, I am already prepared—I am well-beaten and
undenied—adhere to me?

O public road! I say back, I am not afraid to leave
you—yet I love you;
You express me better than I can express myself;
You shall be more to me than my poem.

I think heroic deeds were all conceiv’d in the open air,
and all great poems also;
I think I could stop here myself, and do miracles;
(My judgments, thoughts, I henceforth try by the open air, the road;)
I think whatever I shall meet on the road I shall like,
and whoever beholds me shall like me;
I think whoever I see must be happy.


From this hour, freedom!
From this hour I ordain myself loos’d of limits
and imaginary lines,
Going where I list, my own master, total and absolute,
Listening to others, and considering well what they say,
Pausing, searching, receiving, contemplating,
Gently, but with undeniable will, divesting myself of
the holds that would hold me.

I inhale great draughts of space;
The east and the west are mine, and the north and
the south are mine.

I am larger, better than I thought;
I did not know I held so much goodness.

All seems beautiful to me;
I can repeat over to men and women, You have done
such good to me, I would do the same to you.

I will recruit for myself and you as I go;
I will scatter myself among men and women as I go;
I will toss the new gladness and roughness among them;
Whoever denies me, it shall not trouble me;
Whoever accepts me, he or she shall be blessed, and
shall bless me.


Now if a thousand perfect men were to appear, it would
not amaze me;
Now if a thousand beautiful forms of women appear’d,
it would not astonish me.

Now I see the secret of the making of the best persons,
It is to grow in the open air, and to eat and sleep with the earth.

Here a great personal deed has room;
A great deed seizes upon the hearts of the whole race of men,
Its effusion of strength and will overwhelms law, and mocks
all authority and all argument against it.

Here is the test of wisdom;
Wisdom is not finally tested in schools;
Wisdom cannot be pass’d from one having it, to another
not having it;
Wisdom is of the Soul, is not susceptible of proof,
is its own proof,
Applies to all stages and objects and qualities, and
is content,
Is the certainty of the reality and immortality of things,
and the excellence of things;
Something there is in the float of the sight of things that
provokes it out of the Soul.


Here is realization;
Here is a man tallied—he realizes here what he has in him;
The past, the future, majesty, love—if they are vacant of you,
you are vacant of them.

Only the kernel of every object nourishes;
Where is he who tears off the husks for you and me?
Where is he that undoes stratagems and envelopes for you
and me?

Here is adhesiveness—it is not previously fashion’d—it is apropos;
Do you know what it is, as you pass, to be loved by strangers?
Do you know the talk of those turning eye-balls?

Here is the efflux of the Soul;
The efflux of the Soul comes from within, through embower’d
gates, ever provoking questions:
These yearnings, why are they? These thoughts in the darkness,
why are they?
Why are there men and women that while they are nigh me,
the sun-light expands my blood?
Why, when they leave me, do my pennants of joy sink flat
and lank?
Why are there trees I never walk under, but large and melodious
thoughts descend upon me?
(I think they hang there winter and summer on those trees, and
always drop fruit as I pass;)
What is it I interchange so suddenly with strangers?
What with some driver, as I ride on the seat by his side?
What with some fisherman, drawing his seine by the shore,
as I walk by, and pause?
What gives me to be free to a woman’s or man’s good-will?
What gives them to be free to mine?

The efflux of the Soul is happiness—here is happiness;
I think it pervades the open air, waiting at all times;
Now it flows unto us—we are rightly charged.

Here rises the fluid and attaching character;
The fluid and attaching character is the freshness and
sweetness of man and woman;
(The herbs of the morning sprout no fresher and sweeter
every day out of the roots of themselves, than it sprouts
fresh and sweet continually out of itself.)

Toward the fluid and attaching character exudes the sweat
of the love of young and old;
From it falls distill’d the charm that mocks beauty and attainments;
Toward it heaves the shuddering longing ache of contact.



Allons! to that which is endless, as it was beginningless,
To undergo much, tramps of days, rests of nights,
To merge all in the travel they tend to, and the days and
nights they tend to,
Again to merge them in the start of superior journeys;
To see nothing anywhere but what you may reach it and pass it,
To conceive no time, however distant, but what you may reach
it and pass it,
To look up or down no road but it stretches and waits for
you—however long, but it stretches and waits for you;

To see no possession but you may possess it—enjoying all
without labor or purchase—abstracting the feast, yet not
abstracting one particle of it;
To take the best of the farmer’s farm and the rich man’s
elegant villa, and the chaste blessings of the well-married
couple, and the fruits of orchards and flowers of gardens,
To take to your use out of the compact cities as you
pass through,
To carry buildings and streets with you afterward
wherever you go,
To gather the minds of men out of their brains as you
encounter them—to gather the love out of their hearts,
To take your lovers on the road with you, for all
that you leave them behind you,
To know the universe itself as a road—as many roads—as
roads for traveling souls.


The Soul travels;
The body does not travel as much as the soul;
The body has just as great a work as the soul, and parts
away at last for the journeys of the soul.

All parts away for the progress of souls;
All religion, all solid things, arts, governments,—all
that was or is apparent upon this globe or any globe,
falls into niches and corners before the procession
of Souls along the grand roads of the universe.

Of the progress of the souls of men and women along
the grand roads of the universe, all other progress
is the needed emblem and sustenance.

Forever alive, forever forward,
Stately, solemn, sad, withdrawn, baffled, mad,
turbulent, feeble, dissatisfied,
Desperate, proud, fond, sick, accepted by men,
rejected by men,
They go! they go! I know that they go, but I know
not where they go;
But I know that they go toward the best—toward
something great.


Allons! through struggles and wars!
The goal that was named cannot be countermanded.

Have the past struggles succeeded?
What has succeeded? yourself? your nation? nature?
Now understand me well—It is provided in the essence of things,
that from any fruition of success, no matter what, shall come
forth something to make a greater struggle necessary.

My call is the call of battle—I nourish active rebellion;
He going with me must go well arm’d;
He going with me goes often with spare diet, poverty, angry
enemies, desertions.

Allons! the road is before us!
It is safe—I have tried it—my own feet have tried it well.

Allons! be not detain’d!
Let the paper remain on the desk unwritten, and the book
on the shelf unopen’d!
Let the tools remain in the workshop! let the money remain unearn’d!
Let the school stand! mind not the cry of the teacher!
Let the preacher preach in his pulpit! let the lawyer plead in
the court, and the judge expound the law.

Mon enfant! I give you my hand!
I give you my love, more precious than money,
I give you myself, before preaching or law;
Will you give me yourself? will you come travel with me?
Shall we stick by each other as long as we live?

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