A Note on Spirituality

The time came when I prayed, and I am not a very religious person. I don't attend church. Churches, to me, are institutions, and I am nothing if not consistent. I think that something greater than ouselves must have created this universe in which we live, and I hope that on occasion our prayers are heard. At the very least, I hope that there is something greater than ourselves; sometimes, we just aren't all that impressive.
Goethe said that "One recognizes only what one knows and understands."
If that is true, then no one can say with any certainty that there is no God.


Anyhow, I prayed--most often before surgery, and sometimes when the pain was more than anticipated.

I also learned to trust my wife with my life. (There were one or two nights when, in my mind, an uncertainty existed about whether I would awaken the next day.) My final thoughts those nights were of her next to me. I knew in my soul (or mind) that she would always be there.

These thoughts may be comforting to you:

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 with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.

From Desiderata, Copyright 1952, Max Ehrmann.

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