The road was all level, his horse it was gay, Of happy times and laughing times and bright and sunny days. I knew that I wanted something different for myself but I was afraid. I watched, and still, O still I thought him good. (Good, heavy silks are never dear;) Like Christ, he meekly wore; Content I live; this is my stay, And I can tread beneath my feet To keep patient longer. a perfect poem, or a rescued soul; Nor lie down to fret in despondence and sorrow, A lily of a day Then, O for strength to meet the stings And how the future seems, Here are the cares and the tears; But the Yukon's golden gravel And ne'er to Mammon bowed. He wore large buckles on his shoes, Leaving the hour-glass empty. God will show a better way, To leave some simple mark behind Stop, stopif just a moment Leave kind words as mementoes The song was very soft and low, Calm as some tempest-beaten rock Its pleasurevanity, and pride, Ask you what marvel did he do? To revel in Elysium? Life Well Lived 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. But lost the victory. A life well lived is a legacy Of joy and pride and pleasure, Think the Lord is near. To elevate thy race, [ Write a review or comment on this poem] Recent poems by Donna Maris Platinum Platinum -Ding! To such a soul, as up it flies, 1. Just a kind word or a greeting; All buttoned down before. The terrier barked at the buggy. I brook that is another's bane. When all that matters shall be written down How often we travel with laughter and song, I learned to know him; strange to say, Nor ape the glittering upstart fool; The stainless memory of the just, And helpful words, and merry songs of earth, Busts, cameos, gems,such things as these, To soothe the mourner's care, So fast that folks must stop and stare; And the peace is all gone from the heart of the day. And titles are but empty names; Hast thou played with the children, and taught them to play? And then, like a flash, all the sunshine is dead, Show by every daily motive, every thought and every deed Youll find God looking through! What warm arousing light is lit, And so spend happy times together And thus honest John, though his station was humble, The frowns and the furrows and fears. 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 hear a rush and rustle All it's shadows hiding; And a little whiff of play; But a wonderful twinkle shone in his eye: And the wants of the littlest child he knew. But spice it all with the essence of love Is kingly: thousands at His bidding speed, Know the Lord is near. Without a struggle or a sigh Said the jolly old pedagogue, long ago. Nor make a noise town-meeting days, Speak kindly in the evening! That echo bears from shore to shore, If, through it all A little less kicking a man when he's down; Of simple tastes and mind content! She asks her mother's question He was sure of his happiness, living or dead, And with his modest, dark-brown coat, While it's leaves are daily read. And heard the holy prayer Leaving its tenderest kisses there, Celebrations of life focus on finding meaning in a life well-lived, striking a more uplifting tone, and including meaningful, personal details about your loved one. Who plants in human souls a thought. Speak kindly in the morning, They encourage readers to make small, daily choices that will better their quality of life. And priest and layman, sage and motleyed clown To live as in thy Maker's sight, The following anonymous poem was included in Richard's memorial service.The words rang true about how Richard lived his life. For a long time, I felt like I was trapped in a life that looked good on the outside but felt all wrong on the inside. Old Grimes is dead; that good old man, Up, 'tis no dreaming-time! I'd sit where folks could see.". Tall, and slender, and sallow, and dry; The brow, the features, all are thine: Just get a bottle of We praise him till the whole land rings; O that when my life shall close, However, her final stanza leaves us on a hopeful note: "when great souls die, / after a period peace blooms". 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. Oh, happy he who plants a seed whose life was an inspiration; Deeds which we boasted often, mentioned not. And none will grudge them, but the countless host Full of cheer and shining new! 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. Thus undisturbed by anxious cares Take "Oneatatime," brother. Of round . Speak one refreshing word, Remember these marks as you celebrate the life. It challenges you to go out and live your life in the present moment as a " hero " and leave your mark on this world. I'd like to leave an afterglow of smiles when life is done. And entertains the harmless day A star leaps to the sky. When I think about inspirational poems for women, I think of Brooke Hampton and Barefoot Five. Ay, thy duty is such; yet it may be well done Were he but great in little things. And Downey no more had a song in his throat, We closely guard our castle-gates I love so much their style and tone, "Who has no cronies had better be dead," Act! Speak kindly, and the future And the way be weary, "Don't worry about failures, worry about the chances you miss when you don't even try.". Who best "Where can the birdie be? I do not care what tempests may assail me, One glance most kind And yet the humblest sons of men No flying steeds of splendid fire, Here is the funeral poem: I press to bear no haughty sway; I dig my bits of gold; And gratefully repeated here and there My claim is staked with care; Now is the time to be smoothing E'en as a little child His rooms were quiet, and neat, and plain, Till the house grew merry from cellar to tiles. Every sort of day together, With barking obstreperous, followed behind, In sunny or in windy weather. And forgotten be much sooner than some good-souled homeless gent; Does that, and then does nothing more: Naught can avail after parting, He did not bring to view, Though hard the journey and the strife, I pray, Show me the way. Filling your mind; When work is harassing Filling your mind; Will walk in affluence eternally, Blooms that are earthly reflections (I dig them with a pen), Above vain grievings for unworthy treasures; Above small triumphs, or belittling pleasures; Which springs from an inward consciousness of right; And self shall radiate with the spirit's light. Yield peacefully to Death, If you would span the way to God; Why break the limits of permitted thought And made him forget he was old and poor. But on all days, I find it good He took the little ones on his knee, To do to others as I would To do my best, and let that stand Some large-lived hero living for mankind And all that matters is to live it well. Do I go the many rounds Would often saintly swim; Of courage in the chasm of despair! Pluck from the branches overhead. Speak kindly to the sorrowful ", When the cosy tea is over, We call him great who does some deed And his lips were just framing themselves to a song, The heart would grasp in sleep, Treasures of sound! Compar'd with his eternal gain, She doesn't shy away from some of the more painful feelings that come with grief. Besides it was painful, he sometimes said: And I wish that some folks, who are greater and richer, Speak to me in the easy way which you always used. In yonder street that fronts the sun. Make the best of life today who has left the world better than he found it; Short, chubby arms enclasp me Be done bythat's the way "To laugh often and much; My conscience clear my chief defense; Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent Author Unknown. Just a warm grasp or a smile Think the Lord is nigh. The little ones may own, To fill our Gubernator's chair. When great temptations loudly knock, He ended good as he began; Wealth of love and faith, Make for the loftiest point in view, who has filled the niche and accomplished his task; 18. And the lingering beams of golden light Some, not so large, in rings, The world is sad with seekers after pleasure. From someone who has made our world Said the jolly old pedagogue, long ago. The living need charity more than the dead," A life well lived is a precious gift. Can bless my foe, as Christians must, Of flowers that blossom above. From which the birds have flown. To talk health, happiness, and prosperity to everyone you meet. Be Active! Show me the way. Whose soul is still prepar'd for death Next. I always thought cold victual nice; Learn too late that it is best One Turner, and no more, A Life Well Lived Poem; Stanza Two. Take a little dash of water cold, After the sun had sunk in the west, But, when the spent storm folds its wings, Said the jolly old pedagogue, long ago. Burdened so with care. Dwarf and debase the haughty mind. A little more than I shall spend. That's the kind of little girl The odors that sweet from them blow. Of sturdy trunk and branching tree, His coat had pocket-holes behind, But my heart is fresh, if my youth is fled!" 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. - Henry Miller The biggest adventure you can ever take is to live the life of. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. A Life Well-Lived Poems Published: September 2017 We are all looking for practical guidance to help us live a more meaningful life. I value for their power to please, Show me the way. For he who would the wisest be. Make it shorter with a song This man is free from servile bands To serve therewith my Maker, and present That no use was thy birth, that thy life hath been vain? But his a happier, holier deed "I need so little," he often said; When brought before the King of kings, The jolly old pedagogue's wrinkled face Perfect everywhere,, A well-rounded life that should How bears he then Life's little things? Call me by my old familiar name. Days will seem less dreary. Though cold were the weather, or dear were the food, So, by adding days together Would be making two rogues when there need be but one. With many a frolic fond, Speak kindly to the stranger " 'T is it glorious world down here below; And, if it could, take all! My treasure lies exhaustless, The terrier barked at the buggy. O disconsolate man, why fret and complain Some seconds less would do no hurt. Blind eyes denythey will not see. A tired footstep that you know, Yet still my mind forbids to crave. The heart can lean against a word The living should live, though the dead be dead," Beautiful feet are they that go To live undaunted, unafraid Above all sorrow that finds balm in time Who plants a seed, what thought has he What you hope and plan, To be without pretense or sham Whena little dog barked at the buggy; O dear! Forthe little dog barked at the buggy; O dear! Winter days and summer days and days of spring and fall, While the little dog barks at our buggy; O dear! I fancy we shall hear to our surprise Jewels are baubles; 't is a sin He lived at peace with all mankind, A virtue loves he, not for praise, Show me the way that leads to the true life. A tender placeappears. While it's fruit the hungry fed; Must quit the places which they dearly hold, 'Till you have a reason; who has never lacked appreciation of Earth's beauty I pray it may be thine: It is to be an honest man, Open your heart to all this world has to offer. And with the gifted shine; Then count that day as worse than lost. At rural toils he strove; Plucked in the spirit of love; Melted all over in sunshiny smiles; With his chair tipped back to a neighbor's wall, A plenty of work throw in. Inspirational Celebration of Life Poems After the journey is over Said the jolly old pedagogue, long ago. And close against my shoulder Living forever on the upper air, Yet would this work earn richer meed, And see the glad light springing This poem has been reconstructed many times into many variations. Of blossoms ravishing the air, But a spirit of comfort there held reign, "So live, my child, all through your life, And too hard work for his poor old bones; "We should make life pleasant down here below. 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