BLOOM WHERE YOU’RE PLANTED
(borrowed, from the poem Desiderata)
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 God to be,
and whatever your labours and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.