Our Deepest Fear Poem by Marianne Williamson
Our Deepest Fear
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness
That most frightens us.
We ask ourselves
Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of God.
Your playing small
Does not serve the world.
There's nothing enlightened about shrinking
So that other people won't feel insecure around you.
We are all meant to shine,
As children do.
We were born to make manifest
The glory of God that is within us.
It's not just in some of us;
It's in everyone.
And as we let our own light shine,
We unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.
As we're liberated from our own fear,
Our presence automatically liberates others.
my absolute favourite written art ever! an equal dose of poetry and wisdom #WordsToLiveBy
Every single word in this poem is true and correct. It is Inspiring, encouraging, and provides good guidance For everyone young and old. I love it Amen
I WOULD LIKE TO SPEAK TO ANITA HUG “Anita go die in a hole.” ~ Josh “Anita you fat go drown yourself. You are a Paki cunnt you have no life biiiitch.” ~ Albert Einstein “Yo, Anita, go swim in cheese” ~ Carl(os) “Stab yourself with a gun, Anita. I am sick and tired with your complaicancy.” ~ Yo Man “Shut up Anita you just used words off of google to sound fancy like Shakespere.” ~ P. Mason
i have an interview tomorrow and im so frightened... i called my sister and she just recommended that i search for this poem.... there are no words to explain how grateful i am that i took her advise. please keep writing, i needed your words and you have said exactly what i needed to hear. the light in you is truly helping me to realize the light in me. Thank you Marianne.
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4/25/2024 4:35:41 AM # 1.0.0.1119
The author of this poem is Maya Angelou, not Marrianne Williamson.
No, it's definitely Marianne Williamson. This portion has been on my desk for years. The book is wonderful. Williamson, M. (1992) . A return to love: Reflections on the principles of a course in miracles (pp.190-191) . New York, NY: HarperPerennial.