Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep - Mary Elizabeth Frye

Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

- To me this is such a beautiful and comforting poem which highlights the eternal spirit within all of us. We share oneness with all living things, eventually we die physically but we will always be part of the world. Part of that which is everlasting...the wind, the snow, the rain, the stars...When you are born into the world you are given nature as a gift, it is therefore part of you. It reminds me of Emily Brontes words in her poem 'Last Lines'..."thou art being and breath and what thou art can never be destroyed".

The World Is Against Me - Edgar A. Guest

"The world is against me," he said with a sigh.

"Somebody stops every scheme that I try.

The world has me down and it's keeping me there;

I don't get a chance. Oh, the world is unfair!

When a fellow is poor then he can't get a show;

The world is determined to keep him down low."

"What of Abe Lincoln?" I asked. "Would you say

That he was much richer than you are to-day?

He hadn't your chance of making his mark,

And his outlook was often exceedingly dark;

Yet he clung to his purpose with courage most grim

And he got to the top. Was the world against him?"

"What of Ben Franklin? I've oft heard it said

That many a time he went hungry to bed.

He started with nothing but courage to climb,

But patiently struggled and waited his time.

He dangled awhile from real poverty's limb,

Yet he got to the top. Was the world against him?

"I could name you a dozen, yes, hundreds, I guess,

Of poor boys who've patiently climbed to success;

All boys who were down and who struggled alone,

Who'd have thought themselves rich if your fortune they'd known;

Yet they rose in the world you're so quick to condemn,

And I'm asking you now, was the world against them?"

- I love the rhythm of this poem, but more importantly its message. Great things are achieved by riding the storm and always looking for the rainbow. I believe the only thing that stands between you and your dreams is yourself. If you want something enough you can have it, there's never any need to make excuses that 'the world' won't let you have it. You are the master of your own destiny.