A reminder

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 aridity and disenchantment it is perenial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel fo the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden 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 wtih God whatever you conceive Her 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 a beautiful world.
Be careful.

Slightly adapted from a message found in old St Paul’s church, Baltimore, dated 1692.

And posted with the sense of finding a security blanket to wrap around my shoulders, and then momentarily analysed for context, content and applicability, recognising it come firmly from my own tradition, my own people’s view of the world which we tried to make the world into with varying degrees of success, and which covers over the flipside or the cost of life so set and ordered. And yet, it is still mine, my blanket, my comfort, my story.


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