Do you believe in angels?
The kind that fill your dreams
The ones that sing a lullaby
and drift you off to sleep
The angels with the golden smiles
Laced with silver laughter
Who take your tales of love and fear
And turn them happily ever after
The ones that tear the heavens down
Just because you were cold
To stand there with you next to them
For all of time to hold
Wings of arcane beauty
A sight not to be matched
That will steal your breath and take
your air until your lungs collapse
Do I believe in angels?
I most definitely do
It didn’t take me long to see
the angel was always you
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Winter Falls
Look upward as winter falls,
drifting delicately from atop,
watch the crystals tumble and play,
slowly mind them drop.
With each flutter of wind,
tiny crystals change their guise,
harmonizing with the wind,
they thumble from the skies.
So delicate they move and dance,
they daintily float around,
holding all attention while
descending to the ground.
Merging with the earth,
a blanket soft and pure,
binding to the branches,s
uch an eyeful to endure.
Look upward as winter falls,
drifting delicately into sight,
the smallest things hold beauty,
great wonders and delight.
drifting delicately from atop,
watch the crystals tumble and play,
slowly mind them drop.
With each flutter of wind,
tiny crystals change their guise,
harmonizing with the wind,
they thumble from the skies.
So delicate they move and dance,
they daintily float around,
holding all attention while
descending to the ground.
Merging with the earth,
a blanket soft and pure,
binding to the branches,s
uch an eyeful to endure.
Look upward as winter falls,
drifting delicately into sight,
the smallest things hold beauty,
great wonders and delight.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
The Train of Life
Some folks ride the train of life
Looking out the rear,
Watching miles of life roll by,
And marking every year.
They sit in sad remembrance,
Of wasted days gone by,
And curse their life for what it was,
And hang their head and cry.
But I don't concern myself with that,
I took a different vent,
I look forward to what life holds,
And not what has been spent.
So strap me to the engine,
As securely as I can be,
I want to be out on the front,
To see what I can see.
I want to feel the winds of change,
Blowing in my face,
I want to see what life unfolds,
As I move from place to place.
I want to see what's coming up,
Not looking at the past,
Life's too short for yesterdays,
It moves along too fast.
So if the ride gets bumpy,
While you are looking back,
Go up front, and you may find,
Your life has jumped the track.
It's all right to remember,
That's part of history,
But up front's where it's happening,
There's so much mystery.
The enjoyment of living,
Is not where we have been,
It's looking ever forward,
To another year and ten.
It's searching all the byways,
Never should you refrain,
For if you want to live your life,
You gotta drive the train.
I so enjoyed this poem that I wanted to share it with my online friends.
Life is truly a journey and we have no idea where it might take us.
Just hang on and make the best of the ride.
Looking out the rear,
Watching miles of life roll by,
And marking every year.
They sit in sad remembrance,
Of wasted days gone by,
And curse their life for what it was,
And hang their head and cry.
But I don't concern myself with that,
I took a different vent,
I look forward to what life holds,
And not what has been spent.
So strap me to the engine,
As securely as I can be,
I want to be out on the front,
To see what I can see.
I want to feel the winds of change,
Blowing in my face,
I want to see what life unfolds,
As I move from place to place.
I want to see what's coming up,
Not looking at the past,
Life's too short for yesterdays,
It moves along too fast.
So if the ride gets bumpy,
While you are looking back,
Go up front, and you may find,
Your life has jumped the track.
It's all right to remember,
That's part of history,
But up front's where it's happening,
There's so much mystery.
The enjoyment of living,
Is not where we have been,
It's looking ever forward,
To another year and ten.
It's searching all the byways,
Never should you refrain,
For if you want to live your life,
You gotta drive the train.
I so enjoyed this poem that I wanted to share it with my online friends.
Life is truly a journey and we have no idea where it might take us.
Just hang on and make the best of the ride.
Sunday, October 5, 2008
The Law of the Garbage Truck,
One day I hopped in a taxi and we took off for the airport. We were driving in the right lane when suddenly a black car jumped out of a parking space right in front of us. My taxi driver slammed on his brakes, skidded, and missed the other car by just inches! The driver of the other car whipped his head around and started yelling at us. My taxi driver just smiled and waved at the guy. And I mean he was really friendly. So I asked, "Why did you just do that? This guy almost ruined your car and sent us to the hospital!" This is when my taxi driver taught me what I now call, "The Law of the Garbage Truck."
He explained that many people are like garbage trucks. They run around full of garbage, full of frustration, full of anger, and full of disappointment. As their garbage piles up, they need a place to dump it and sometimes they'll dump it on you. Don't take it personally.
Just smile, wave, wish them well, and move on. Don't take their garbage and spread it to other people at work, at home, or on the streets.The bottom line is that successful people do not let garbage trucks take over their day. Life's too short to wake up in the morning with regrets, so...Love the people who treat you right. Pray for the ones who don't.Life is ten percent what you make it and ninety percent how you take it!
Have a blessed, garbage-free day,
He explained that many people are like garbage trucks. They run around full of garbage, full of frustration, full of anger, and full of disappointment. As their garbage piles up, they need a place to dump it and sometimes they'll dump it on you. Don't take it personally.
Just smile, wave, wish them well, and move on. Don't take their garbage and spread it to other people at work, at home, or on the streets.The bottom line is that successful people do not let garbage trucks take over their day. Life's too short to wake up in the morning with regrets, so...Love the people who treat you right. Pray for the ones who don't.Life is ten percent what you make it and ninety percent how you take it!
Have a blessed, garbage-free day,
I'm Rich,
I'm Rich......
This morning I searched my wallet.
It was empty.
Then, I checked my pockets.
I found a few coins.
I then searched my heart and found you.
Then, I realized how rich I really am....
Thanks for being my friend and Internet buddy!
May you be as rich as I am...
'Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass
It's about learning to dance in the rain.'
Have a great week my sweet friends,
This morning I searched my wallet.
It was empty.
Then, I checked my pockets.
I found a few coins.
I then searched my heart and found you.
Then, I realized how rich I really am....
Thanks for being my friend and Internet buddy!
May you be as rich as I am...
'Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass
It's about learning to dance in the rain.'
Have a great week my sweet friends,
Autumn's Beauty
The rain falls gently
Quenching the thirst of a landscape
Parched by the rays of the hot summer sun.
The song of the birds is now silenced.
The petals of a once brilliant flower have faded
A bright, azure sky with soft white clouds is gone,
Replaced by the gray dampness of the season.
The caressing breeze of summer
Has turned into the blustering winds of fall.
Leaves, once proudly perched on the limbs of trees,
Now dance gaily through the air,
Brightly coloured in the warm tones of autumn.
Children laughing merrily on their way
As they hear the crackling sound of leaves beneath their feet.
A jack-o-lantern sits in the window,
Showing a wide, toothless grin or scowling frown.
The snapping of pitch from a burning log,
The faint scent of pine filling the room.
Flames leaping about as if it were a balletPerforming for its audience.
The soft, comforting glow of candlelight,
Bringing with it serenity and quiet thoughts.
I sit in amazement watching all that is around me.
Yes, there is a God.
Only He could have made the wonders I see before me.
I will accept the solitude and indifference of winter
So I may anticipate and appreciate
The re- birth of spring.
by Linda Christensen
Quenching the thirst of a landscape
Parched by the rays of the hot summer sun.
The song of the birds is now silenced.
The petals of a once brilliant flower have faded
A bright, azure sky with soft white clouds is gone,
Replaced by the gray dampness of the season.
The caressing breeze of summer
Has turned into the blustering winds of fall.
Leaves, once proudly perched on the limbs of trees,
Now dance gaily through the air,
Brightly coloured in the warm tones of autumn.
Children laughing merrily on their way
As they hear the crackling sound of leaves beneath their feet.
A jack-o-lantern sits in the window,
Showing a wide, toothless grin or scowling frown.
The snapping of pitch from a burning log,
The faint scent of pine filling the room.
Flames leaping about as if it were a balletPerforming for its audience.
The soft, comforting glow of candlelight,
Bringing with it serenity and quiet thoughts.
I sit in amazement watching all that is around me.
Yes, there is a God.
Only He could have made the wonders I see before me.
I will accept the solitude and indifference of winter
So I may anticipate and appreciate
The re- birth of spring.
by Linda Christensen
Saturday, October 4, 2008
Need Washing ??
A little girl had been shopping with her Mom in Target. She must have been 6 years old, this beautiful red haired, freckle faced image of innocence. It was pouring outside. The kind of rain that gushes over the top of rain gutters, so much in a hurry to hit the earth it has no time to flow down the spout. We all stood there under the awning and just inside the door of the Target.
We waited, some patiently, others irritated because nature messed up the ir hurried day. I am always mesmerized by rainfall. I got lost in the sound and sight of the heavens washing away the dirt and dust of the world. Memories of running, splashing so carefree as a child came pouring in as a welcome reprieve from the worries of my day.
The little voice was so sweet as it broke the hypnotic trance we were all caught in 'Mom let's run through the rain,' she said.
'What?' Mom asked.
'Lets run through the rain!' She repeated
'No, honey. We'll wait until it slows down a bit,' Mom replied.
This young child waited about another minute and repeated: 'Mom, let's run through the rain,'
'We'll get soaked if we do,' Mom said.
'No, we won't, Mom.. That's not what you said this morning,' the young girl said as she tugged at her Mom's arm.
This morning? When did I say we could run through the rain and not get wet?
'Don't you remember? When you were talking to Daddy about his cancer, you said, 'If God can get us through this, he can get us through anything!'
The entire crowd stopped dead s ilent. I swear you couldn't hear anything but the rain. We all stood silently. No one came or left in the next few minutes.
Mom paused and thought for a moment about what she would say. Now some would laugh it off and scold her for being silly. Some might even ignore what was said. But this was a moment of affirmation in a young child's life. A time when innocent trust can be nurtured so that it will bloom into faith.
'Honey, you are absolutely right. Let's run through the rain. If GOD let's us get wet, well maybe we just needed washing,' Mom said.
Then off they ran. We all stood watching, smiling and laughing as they darted past the cars and yes, through the puddles. They held their shopping bags over their heads just in case. They got soaked. But they were followed by a few who screamed and laughed like children all the way to their cars.
And yes, I did. I ran. I got we t. I needed washing.
Circumstances or people can take away your material possessions, they can take away your money, and they can take away your health. But no one can ever take away your precious memories...So, don't forget to make time and take the opportunities to make memories everyday. To everything there is a season and a time to every purpose under heaven.
I HOPE YOU STILL TAKE THE TIME TO RUN THROUGH THE RAIN.
We waited, some patiently, others irritated because nature messed up the ir hurried day. I am always mesmerized by rainfall. I got lost in the sound and sight of the heavens washing away the dirt and dust of the world. Memories of running, splashing so carefree as a child came pouring in as a welcome reprieve from the worries of my day.
The little voice was so sweet as it broke the hypnotic trance we were all caught in 'Mom let's run through the rain,' she said.
'What?' Mom asked.
'Lets run through the rain!' She repeated
'No, honey. We'll wait until it slows down a bit,' Mom replied.
This young child waited about another minute and repeated: 'Mom, let's run through the rain,'
'We'll get soaked if we do,' Mom said.
'No, we won't, Mom.. That's not what you said this morning,' the young girl said as she tugged at her Mom's arm.
This morning? When did I say we could run through the rain and not get wet?
'Don't you remember? When you were talking to Daddy about his cancer, you said, 'If God can get us through this, he can get us through anything!'
The entire crowd stopped dead s ilent. I swear you couldn't hear anything but the rain. We all stood silently. No one came or left in the next few minutes.
Mom paused and thought for a moment about what she would say. Now some would laugh it off and scold her for being silly. Some might even ignore what was said. But this was a moment of affirmation in a young child's life. A time when innocent trust can be nurtured so that it will bloom into faith.
'Honey, you are absolutely right. Let's run through the rain. If GOD let's us get wet, well maybe we just needed washing,' Mom said.
Then off they ran. We all stood watching, smiling and laughing as they darted past the cars and yes, through the puddles. They held their shopping bags over their heads just in case. They got soaked. But they were followed by a few who screamed and laughed like children all the way to their cars.
And yes, I did. I ran. I got we t. I needed washing.
Circumstances or people can take away your material possessions, they can take away your money, and they can take away your health. But no one can ever take away your precious memories...So, don't forget to make time and take the opportunities to make memories everyday. To everything there is a season and a time to every purpose under heaven.
I HOPE YOU STILL TAKE THE TIME TO RUN THROUGH THE RAIN.
Today... I wish You
This poem is very special to me.
One night I was browsing trough one of the social networking sites and something caught my attention.
In the Notice Board their was someone's comment, it sounded like a cry for help, or at least that's how I understood it. So I decided to try and cheer up this person so I send him this beautiful poem.
Today...I wish you a day of ordinary miracles.
A fresh pot of coffee you didn't have to make yourself.
An unexpected phone call from an old friend.
Green stoplights on your way to work or shop.
I wish you a day of little things to rejoice in...
The fastest line at the grocery store.
A good sing along song on the radio.
Your keys right where you look.
I wish you a day of happiness and perfection-little bite-size pieces of perfection that give you the funny feeling that the Lord is smiling on you, holding you so gently because you are someone special and rare.
I wish You a day of Peace, Happiness and Joy.
They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them, but then an entire life to forget them.
Wishing you the very best day!
The person that had posted the cry for help comment... sent me a message, thanking me for helping him out in a desperate moment of his life and that I was an angel to him.
A few messages later he let me know that I had saved his life that night.
It is with pleasure that I share this poem with all of you and hope it makes you feel better and kind of warm and all fuzzy inside.
One night I was browsing trough one of the social networking sites and something caught my attention.
In the Notice Board their was someone's comment, it sounded like a cry for help, or at least that's how I understood it. So I decided to try and cheer up this person so I send him this beautiful poem.
Today...I wish you a day of ordinary miracles.
A fresh pot of coffee you didn't have to make yourself.
An unexpected phone call from an old friend.
Green stoplights on your way to work or shop.
I wish you a day of little things to rejoice in...
The fastest line at the grocery store.
A good sing along song on the radio.
Your keys right where you look.
I wish you a day of happiness and perfection-little bite-size pieces of perfection that give you the funny feeling that the Lord is smiling on you, holding you so gently because you are someone special and rare.
I wish You a day of Peace, Happiness and Joy.
They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them, but then an entire life to forget them.
Wishing you the very best day!
The person that had posted the cry for help comment... sent me a message, thanking me for helping him out in a desperate moment of his life and that I was an angel to him.
A few messages later he let me know that I had saved his life that night.
It is with pleasure that I share this poem with all of you and hope it makes you feel better and kind of warm and all fuzzy inside.
Monday, September 29, 2008
I have something to say
Long before the Sun came out smiling,
Began my heart quietly singing ….
Humming a line that’s too familiar,
Usual dullness giving way to cheer.
Vanishes the dew on the Rose,
All my poetry turns into prose..
Never allowing me to spare a moment,
Endless work chases me every minute.
Sure, I have thoughts to spare,
Having a circle that’s very rare,
Wishes of close friends to care.
All those who have made my day,
Remembering them all the way.
I have something to say....
I have something to say….
I have something to say…..
Author Shashiprakasha
Began my heart quietly singing ….
Humming a line that’s too familiar,
Usual dullness giving way to cheer.
Vanishes the dew on the Rose,
All my poetry turns into prose..
Never allowing me to spare a moment,
Endless work chases me every minute.
Sure, I have thoughts to spare,
Having a circle that’s very rare,
Wishes of close friends to care.
All those who have made my day,
Remembering them all the way.
I have something to say....
I have something to say….
I have something to say…..
Author Shashiprakasha
I Believe
A birth certificate shows that we were born; a death certificate shows that we died; pictures show that we lived! Have a seat . . . Relax. And read this slowly.
I believe - That just because two people argue, it doesn't mean they don't love each other. And just because they don't argue, it doesn't mean they do.
I believe - That we don't have to change friends if we understand that friends change.
I believe - That no matter how good a friend is, they're going to hurt you every once in a while and you must forgive them for that.
I believe - That true friendship continues to grow, even over the longest distance. Same goes for true love.
I believe - That you can do something in an instant that will give you heartache for life.
I believe - That it's taking me a long time to become the person I want to be.
I believe - That you should always leave loved ones with loving words. It may be the last time you see them.
I believe - That you can keep going long after you think you can't.
I believe - That we are responsible for what we do, no matter how we feel.
I believe - That either you control your attitude or it controls you.
I believe - That heroes are the people who do what has to be done when it needs to be done, regardless of the consequences.
I believe - That money is a lousy way of keeping score.
I believe - That sometimes the people you expect to kick you when you're down will be the ones to help you get back up.
I believe - That sometimes when I'm angry I have the right to be angry, but that doesn't give me the right to be cruel.
I believe - That maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you've had and what you've learned from them and less to do with how many birthdays you've celebrated.
I believe - That it isn't always enough to be forgiven by others. Sometimes you have to learn to forgive yourself.
I believe - That no matter how bad your heart is broken, the world doesn't stop for your grief.
I believe - That our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are, but we are responsible for who we become.
I believe - Two people can look at the exact same thing and see something totally different.
I believe - That your life can be changed in a matter of hours by people who don't even know you.
I believe - That even when you think you have no more to give, when a friend cries out to you, you will find the strength to help.
I believe - That credentials on the wall do not make you a decent human being.
I believe - That the people you care about most in life are taken from you too soon.
I believe - The happiest people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the best of everything they have.
I believe - That just because two people argue, it doesn't mean they don't love each other. And just because they don't argue, it doesn't mean they do.
I believe - That we don't have to change friends if we understand that friends change.
I believe - That no matter how good a friend is, they're going to hurt you every once in a while and you must forgive them for that.
I believe - That true friendship continues to grow, even over the longest distance. Same goes for true love.
I believe - That you can do something in an instant that will give you heartache for life.
I believe - That it's taking me a long time to become the person I want to be.
I believe - That you should always leave loved ones with loving words. It may be the last time you see them.
I believe - That you can keep going long after you think you can't.
I believe - That we are responsible for what we do, no matter how we feel.
I believe - That either you control your attitude or it controls you.
I believe - That heroes are the people who do what has to be done when it needs to be done, regardless of the consequences.
I believe - That money is a lousy way of keeping score.
I believe - That sometimes the people you expect to kick you when you're down will be the ones to help you get back up.
I believe - That sometimes when I'm angry I have the right to be angry, but that doesn't give me the right to be cruel.
I believe - That maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you've had and what you've learned from them and less to do with how many birthdays you've celebrated.
I believe - That it isn't always enough to be forgiven by others. Sometimes you have to learn to forgive yourself.
I believe - That no matter how bad your heart is broken, the world doesn't stop for your grief.
I believe - That our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are, but we are responsible for who we become.
I believe - Two people can look at the exact same thing and see something totally different.
I believe - That your life can be changed in a matter of hours by people who don't even know you.
I believe - That even when you think you have no more to give, when a friend cries out to you, you will find the strength to help.
I believe - That credentials on the wall do not make you a decent human being.
I believe - That the people you care about most in life are taken from you too soon.
I believe - The happiest people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the best of everything they have.
Hugs
It's wonderous what a hug can do,
A hug can cheer you when you're blue,
A hug can say, "I love you so ",
Or “gee I hate to see you go"
A hug is "Welcome back again!"
And great to see you! "Where've you been?"
A hug can soothe a small child's pain
And bring a rainbow after rain.
The hug! There's just no doubt about it,
We scarcely could survive without it.
A hug delights and warms and charms.
It must be the reason God gave us arms.
Hugs are great for fathers and mothers.
Sweet for sisters and swell for brothers,
And chances are some favourite aunts,
Love them more than potted plants.
Kittens crave them, puppies love them.
Heads of state are not above them.
No need to fret about the store of'em
The more you give, the more there are of‘em
A hug can break the language barrier,
And make the dullest day seem merrier.
So stretch those arms without delay,
And give someone a hug today !!!!
unknown author
A hug can cheer you when you're blue,
A hug can say, "I love you so ",
Or “gee I hate to see you go"
A hug is "Welcome back again!"
And great to see you! "Where've you been?"
A hug can soothe a small child's pain
And bring a rainbow after rain.
The hug! There's just no doubt about it,
We scarcely could survive without it.
A hug delights and warms and charms.
It must be the reason God gave us arms.
Hugs are great for fathers and mothers.
Sweet for sisters and swell for brothers,
And chances are some favourite aunts,
Love them more than potted plants.
Kittens crave them, puppies love them.
Heads of state are not above them.
No need to fret about the store of'em
The more you give, the more there are of‘em
A hug can break the language barrier,
And make the dullest day seem merrier.
So stretch those arms without delay,
And give someone a hug today !!!!
unknown author
Dust if you must
Remember...a layer of dust protects the Wood beneath it.
A house becomes a home when you can write 'I love you' on the furniture ...
I used to spend at least 8 hours every weekend making sure things were just perfect - 'in case someone came over'
Finally I realized one day that no-one came over; they were all out living life and having fun!
NOW, when people visit, I don't have to explain the 'condition' of my home .
They are more interested in hearing about the things I've been doing while I was away living life and having fun.
If you haven't figured this out yet, please heed this advice.
Life is short.
Enjoy it!
Dust if you must,
but wouldn't it be better to paint a picture or write a letter, bake some biscuits or a cake and lick the spoon or plant a seed, ponder the difference between want and need?!
Dust if you must,
but there's not much time, with beer to drink , rivers to swim and mountains to climb, music to hear and books to read, friends to cherish and life to lead.
Dust if you must,
but the world's out there with the sun in your eyes, the wind in your hair, a flutter of snow, a shower of rain.
This day will not come around, again.
Dust if you must,
but bear in mind, old age will come and it's not kind. . .
And when you go - and go you must - you, yourself will make more dust!
It's not what you gather, but what you scatter that tells what kind of life you have lived.
A house becomes a home when you can write 'I love you' on the furniture ...
I used to spend at least 8 hours every weekend making sure things were just perfect - 'in case someone came over'
Finally I realized one day that no-one came over; they were all out living life and having fun!
NOW, when people visit, I don't have to explain the 'condition' of my home .
They are more interested in hearing about the things I've been doing while I was away living life and having fun.
If you haven't figured this out yet, please heed this advice.
Life is short.
Enjoy it!
Dust if you must,
but wouldn't it be better to paint a picture or write a letter, bake some biscuits or a cake and lick the spoon or plant a seed, ponder the difference between want and need?!
Dust if you must,
but there's not much time, with beer to drink , rivers to swim and mountains to climb, music to hear and books to read, friends to cherish and life to lead.
Dust if you must,
but the world's out there with the sun in your eyes, the wind in your hair, a flutter of snow, a shower of rain.
This day will not come around, again.
Dust if you must,
but bear in mind, old age will come and it's not kind. . .
And when you go - and go you must - you, yourself will make more dust!
It's not what you gather, but what you scatter that tells what kind of life you have lived.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
My Treasures
I look back on these years
To see how far I've come and grown,
I take a trip down memory lane,
And what I see has shown ...
That every step I've taken,
You have been there by my side ...
From infancy to adulthood,
We've stood the test of time.
You cradled me and nurtured me,
Through all these many years;
You held me and did comfort me,
Through happiness and tears.
You'd pick me up when I would fall,
You'd dust me off and then,
Encourage me to get back on
That horse and ride again.
Your constant care and loving,
And your warm inviting heart,
Has always been a treasure that
I knew would never depart.
If I could be "just half" the person
If I could be "just half" the person
You have been to me ...
Then you have taught me well dear mom,
For in my heart I see ...
A woman whose most gentle soul,
Embraces me each day ...
A woman whom I dearly love,
Much more than words can say.
Author Kit McCallum
Which one are you?
A winner is always part of the answer.
A loser is always part of the problem.
A winner always has a plan.
A loser always has an excuse.
A winner says: "Let me do it for you."
A loser says: "That is not my job."
A winner sees an answer for any problem.
A loser sees a problem for any answer.
A winner sees a green near every sand trap.
A loser sees two sand traps near every green.
A winner says: "It may be difficult but it's possible."
A loser says: "It may be possible but it's too difficult."
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