Be Encouraged


By Max Ehrmann ©️ 1927


. . . to strive for ideals and aspirations

With no fear and hesitation;

For though you’re born with imperfections,

Every courageous step you take

To better yourself

Is a heroism that speaks for itself.


. . . to stand for a cause

And work your way

To be at the right side of history—

Not for applause–nor for any sort of pressure–

But to take stance for what is fair and just

For it is everyone’s moral responsibility

To take part in creating a better world.


. . . to love

Amid hate;

To be humble

Amid bigotry and boastfulness

For even in the midst of darkness

Goodness will prevail

As a beacon of truth

That no one can defy.


. . . to be happy

even in the midst of strife.

For although life

May seem cruel at times,

You have countless of blessings

From which you can draw your strength

And pin your hopes.

Have faith for the bright mornings ahead

and sunny tomorrows.


Cherish life,

Because you are a gift

In the eyes of your Creator;

And that you matter—

Regardless of your ideology,

Or the color of your skin,

Or the language you speak.


So be encouraged

To find your purpose;

To live your best life.

So Long Summer


(Originally posted September 5, 2018)
Red roses wilt as fervor gone.

Blooms of purple,

Blooms of yellow,

. . . lavenders and sunflowers–they turn pale and mellow.

In display are the fading hues of sad meadows.


The Midnight Sun’s a tease,

Leaving night navy skies a lot to miss.

Leaving farthest northerners

Wistful and down-

Who never needed a clown?


The Arctic Light is quick to leave.

When will Sunrise meet Sunset–

For billion years the skies ponder, it can’t sleep.

In debt?

In love? The last seems likely, I think.


Goats abandoned Southwest Morocco:

Through feasting,

Through with argan trees–

For in agony are jaws and vestigial toes.

Hope is a keeper; Sorrows come and go.


So long Summer,

So long.

My arms spread

In oblation: Own me heavenly Dad.

To autumn, I am ready to say hello.


(Courtesy of YouTube)

Beyond Our Senses



Each of us is blessed with a pair of eyes to see the beauties around us.

Each of us is blessed with a pair of ears to hear the melodies of chirping birds and listen to music and spoken words of others.

Each of us is blessed with a nose to smell the crisp scent of nature.

Each of us is blessed with a tongue to taste the sweetness of fruits of various trees and shrubs.

Each of us is blessed with a distinct voice to speak and be heard.

Each of us is blessed with a pair of hands to hold a delightful bambino in our arms, to embrace friends and loved ones.

Each of us is blessed with a throbbing heart, to love and be compassionate. And to have it as the core of our being—our basis—one that is free from prejudice—in seeing, hearing, smelling, tasting, speaking and feeling all things in the most meaningful ways.

Because. . .

The beauties of other living things exude by simply being themselves.

The melodies of chirping birds are harmonized by their free-spirit. While music is a deeper way to speak to one’s soul. And, when we listen to others, we are doing more of ourselves a favor by achieving greater understanding.

The crisp, fresh scent of nature is filtering the earth from all toxicities.

The sweetness of fruits from trees and shrubs is caused by their resiliency and inner strength.

The distinctness of our voice is needed to create a better world.

The gentle and endearing ways of carrying a precious newborn are the same ways we should always regard and cherish life. And embrace is the most achievable way to share the warmth of our loving human spirits.

And more than our organs of sensory, each of us is blessed with a brain, a mind to critically think as we strive to put our senses in good use and our resources vested to a common good.

Because we can always do better.