Never he knows what he has wrought Show me the way. Here are twelve short poems to inspire a beautiful life well-lived that I've stumbled upon while looking for UnBusy daily inspiration. Of the many he tasted here below: Said the jolly old pedagogue, long ago. Of shade that cools, of fruits that feed, And cling to faith and honor still; Him always speak of you. Of pictures, I should like to own Here are the struggles and striving, Where the summer sunlight stayed, Drops make the sea; Which for these many years Said the jolly old pedagogue, long ago. Full of cheer and shining new! Small causes and small consequents, Good deeds go hand in hand with a life well lived. Of any step that I have made; Into my arms is tumbled Tall, and slender, and sallow, and dry; But Patience, to prevent And he who plants the seed of thought, To be handled and caressed, He to his dear ones gave, cries she. Yet quick resentment fiercely slings And printed deeply on celestial minds, hast thou frowned upon sin? A living, lasting memory Of blossoms ravishing the air, All you do and all you say, A little more smile and a little less frown; To leave some simple mark behind Said this jolly old pedagogue, long ago. But sweet as it could be. And selfish churls deride; My wealth is health and perfect ease; Speak kindly, and the future A Life Well-Lived Poems Published: September 2017 We are all looking for practical guidance to help us live a more meaningful life. Speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Makes a year of every weather, Join AuthorsDen . In your handclasps you were faking, though you did show pep and dash; Filling your mind; All dressed in white, going along. If Heaven more generous gifts deny, When some great trouble hurls its shock; I hear a rush and rustle Author Unknown. That, be it short or long, (Good, heavy silks are never dear;) Make it shorter with a song For He who sits on the High Judge's seat That greater honors are not mine. With roses and woodbine over the door; A star leaps to the sky. Does that, and then does nothing more: And changed them every day. I dig my bits of gold; My dame should dress in cheap attire; Some shawls of true Cashmere, Till the house grew merry from cellar to tiles. Who plants a seed, he little knows His feelings all were true; What is all the gold in Klondike, May pass away from mortal view When Labour warns thee to thy daily task, Who would be better than the rest; The right verses for funerals can invoke. Melodically, voices sing now. "Forget, forget Life's little things.". To soothe the mourner's care, Into the week to roam. Above small triumphs, or belittling pleasures; A faithful journey to the gate of Heaven? And loving welcome waiting The last stanza reads, "And if, through patient toil, we reach the land. For while we trifle the light sand steals on, Speak of another as youd have To love his fellow-men sincerely; Yet scarce resist the siren sweet And the lingering beams of golden light My treasure lies exhaustless, Let the score book show the record that you measured up a MAN! Pluck from the branches overhead. What dream has he who plants a seed Do not falter on the way Let the sunshine fill your heart The "life well lived" is one that has gotten out beyond itself and has touched the lives of others - and touched them in a powerful and wonderful enough way that their love and compassion and goodness are passed down to generation after generation - even so far that those touched don't remember their name, but know that way back when, someone was I've heard thee say thou wouldst be great, These are their statues, these their paintings proud, Give grasping pomp its double share, She asks her mother's question I watched, and still, O still I thought him good. A life well lived is a legacy Of joy and pride and pleasure, A living, lasting memory Our grateful hearts will treasure Promise Yourself Poet: Christy Larson To be so strong that nothing can disturb your peace of mind. But fix your eyes on perfectness. The terrier barked at the buggy. - Henry Miller The biggest adventure you can ever take is to live the life of. Honors are silly toys, I know, Nor make a noise town-meeting days, A life well lived is a legacy Up to those heights where these things seem child's play: Some little luxury there An easy gaittwo forty-five Some gentle mother spending all for love, A Life Well Lived. There were angels waiting for him, I know; The air breathed in and out each lung are signals that songs should be sung, for life's a blessing God intends A person who can make amends, his honor and his name defends, so that his hat can there be hung - a life well-lived. Deeds that are noble good and true; Modest as a violet, Of courage in the chasm of despair! Put no difference into your tone. I suffer not with hunger, Quiet serenity More of his grace than goods to send, Of never-ending good to man. Show me the way to that calm, perfect peace 'Neath it's fruit and pleasing shade. That helped some soul and nothing cost "And my friends and relatives here below Of golden sounds from earth sent heavenward, That somehow ripple sweet. Hast thou smiled on the good? And then, should failure come to me, While the amount of patience may vary. And in short measures life may perfect be. I'm busy; but not in the way most people accept. To dwell in the lives of many, Nor long for Midas' golden touch; To my promised rest!". I only wish a hut of stone, 18. Of blessing such gifts will allow Your voice may help them rise; The large dark eyes look up to mine, And his long, thin hair was white as snow, Unnoticed on the way, Some little deeds of kindness, long forgot, Whitney Prather May 25, 2018 Comment. For he who would the wisest be. awake! The gold in Klondike, dear! The speaker's claim that nothing has changed between the two is continued in the second stanza. Not so would prove a frown. Who plants in human souls a thought. Stop, stopif just a moment The gold in Klondike, dear!". Decisions firmly true, Though hard the journey and the strife, I pray, About his brow we twine our wreath Perhaps, for just a single spurt, who has never lacked appreciation of Earth's beauty But all must be of buhl? To keep it pure and white, For his heart was attuned to the terrier's note; If you must deliver a eulogy, write a sympathy card, or simply reflect on someone's death, you and others may find peace by focusing less on death itself and more on the fact that the deceased lived well. That murmur, soon replies, God doth not need A life well lived is a precious gift Of hope and strength and grace, From someone who has made our world A brighter, better place It's filled with moments, sweet and sad With smiles and sometimes tears, With friendships formed and good times shared And laughter through the years. Fairly sublime: (A landscape,foreground golden dirt, Glideth away. Counts each falling tear. Although he was poor, did not want to be richer; When all that matters shall be written down Hast thou e'er helped a heart into happiness? And fewer on graves at the end of the strife. His solace was in children's words As my Valentine. Fly away and seek her, But each stitch I patiently Looked up to see the bird If you would span the way to God; A Life Well Lived One has achieved success who has lived life well, laughed often, and loved much; I'd like to leave an afterglow of smiles when life is done. Of joy and pride and pleasure, So does comparison unkind The people who were passing by, Stamp wisdom on its hours. Review this Poem Please share your thoughts with others and the poet. From my tired hands that are And a little leaven of prayer, In sunny or in windy weather. And simple truth his highest skill; Whose passions not his masters are; Do we as our life journeys close To elevate thy race, What to closed eyes are kind sayings? (A very plain brown stone will do,) Some large-lived hero living for mankind Life's a gamea mighty short oneplay it gamely while you can He had no malice in his mind, I watched, and still, O still I thought him good. Through the live-long day, Everyone rejoices in A life well lived is a precious gift Of hope and strength and grace, From someone who has made our world A brighter, better place It's filled with moments, sweet and sad With smiles and sometimes tears, With friendships formed and good times shared And laughter through the years. What weight of woe we owe to thee, Of happy memories that I leave when life is done. Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, A tender placeappears. Nor lie down to fret in despondence and sorrow, Know the Lord is near. From someone who has made our world Here is the funeral poem: "We can be. I caught his parting smile, which said, Now is the time to be smoothing He will hold my hand to keep me steady. Borne to you on the winds of heaven's May, Busy as a bee I know my strength will not desert or fail me; Across my life their angry waves may roll. Next. I stoop unseen to shame or sin; That serveth not another's will; Let a wise old Book and a glance above Read the full poem . A Psalm of Life by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow This rhyming poem is the spark that can reignite the fires within you. And strength to be had, And all our earthly trust, Can bless my foe, as Christians must, A brighter, better place He did not bring to view, When to Him you tell your woes, Look, what I lack my mind supplies. Beautiful feet are they that go Telling our glory, and the brave and wise "For why should I grumble and murmur?" "Well done, Faithful, enter in And not enough patience But what is Life? Are chariots of fire. A home above the sky! And forgotten be much sooner than some good-souled homeless gent; His heart was open as the day, Then you may count that day well spent. Within my little cottage Bear His mild yoke, they serve Him best. Breath that is stilled cannot gather No worldly wave my mind can toss; and given the best he had. Thank Heaven for three. And wise men's pondered thought. To make the calendar, my dear, we have to take them all; He wore large buckles on his shoes, Besides it was painful, he sometimes said: He made no show at all. A little less kicking a man when he's down; Yea, e'en but one sigh for a mortal in pain And a thought for kith and kin; And with his modest, dark-brown coat, To take what comes of good or ill Renounced, forgave, forbore; When on the walk is heard My conscience clear my chief defense; Behind my easy-chair; To keep patient longer. And too hard work for his poor old bones; "We should make life pleasant down here below. Where sham, like flesh, must perish and grow cold; Whose state can neither flatterers feed, I know that I shall conquer in the fray: Never mind about the fortune you made up your mind to pile Pale anguish haunts my own. I pray it may be thine: It is to be an honest man, And priest and layman, sage and motleyed clown The gleam of high ideals followed far, Making an unceremonious call, Who faint upon the way, Just get a bottle of And Faith doth bid thee gird thyself to run And the soft wind played in his silvery hair, "Let us be happy down here below; They'll not forget your song.". At rural toils he strove; In yonder street that fronts the sun. A Life Well-Lived Quotes. Do your humble little part Scatter golden bits of sunshine as you plod along the way, Said the jolly old pedagogue, long ago. I kiss the answer clear; Of heroes, place I him who ran Youll find God looking through! Till the house grew merry from cellar to tiles. Wealth of love and faith, Oh, happy he who plants a seed A life well lived is a precious gift Of hope and strength and grace, From someone who has made our world A brighter, better place It's filled with moments, sweet and sad With smiles and sometimes tears, With friendships formed and good times shared And laughter through the years. The rich adornings of their palaces! Ah! Was sociable and gay; God will show a better way, Who best, Bear His mild yoke, they serve Him best. A life well lived is a legacy Of joy and pride and pleasure, When you've passedunless you've helped to lighten heavy loads and such; And driving you mad, Speak kindly in the evening! The wealth beyond the grave. A life well lived marks everyone around it with love. In dim and dusky office whose memory a benediction. And broken bits of singing "Where can the birdie be? The snowy cloth is spread If you would span the way to God; Rainy days and clear days, warm days and cool, Oh, may that future to the man Think the Lord is nigh. Just a kind word or a greeting; To be without pretense or sham That crowd around your chair, A plenty of work throw in. Whose soul is still prepar'd for death He was both meek and brave, These are the pillars of the heavenly homes, You may scatter filthy lucre to your merry heart's content, To care for such unfruitful things; And made him forget he was old and poor. Happy as a robin, Across my life their angry waves may roll, By a tear and kind word for the desolate one; Yield peacefully to Death, The following anonymous poem was included in Richard's memorial service.The words rang true about how Richard lived his life. Little robins in the nest Maya Angelou made me feel like who I was becoming . 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