Friday, June 22, 2012

In Depth

This story is directed at those who choose not to believe in God and for those who experience any doubt of His presence and/or existence. I recently came across a true story about a woman in Fort Myers, Florida whose mother was dying. It is my hope that this story may touch you in the same way it touched my heart. The story, some of which is in the exact words of this woman is as follows:
I was fortunate to be able to sit at my mother’s bedside and have lots of talks with her during her last weeks on earth. Most of her last month was spent in a hospital until we went to Hospice House. I knew Hospice helped people die but I didn’t know they had a 16 room home in Fort Myers where people could come and die in peace. We had many conversations as she drew closer and closer to death and spoke many times about death and heaven.
In one such conversation about heaven I said: “Mom, well… could we have a secret, something just between us? I know it’s going to sound crazy. But if you die and when you get to heaven, if it’s more than you ever dreamed it would be, if you are all right and see God and Jesus, would you send me one red rose?”
This was a very special moment between me and my mother an eternal moment. She said, “Yes, I’ll do that.”
A week later I said, “Look mom about our secret, I’ll be on earth and you’ll be in heaven. How are you going to get a rose to me?”She said to me without reservation “Honey, God can do anything!”
Shortly after that on September 16,1997 her mother died. As you can imagine this was not a wonderful time. So much to do with funeral arrangements that the woman forgot completely about the secret she and her mother had shared. Then at the funeral home, during the wake a strange thing happened. Let me share this in the woman’s words.
All of the sudden in the back of the funeral home I caught a glimpse of an elderly gentleman with a cane. I didn’t know him. I was sure that I had never seen or met him before. I turned and looked at him… as he knelt down at my mother’s coffin and placed in her hands just one beautiful red rose. I walked over to him and inquired what made him bring the rose. He said, “oh honey, for some reason all day today I had a red rose on my mind, all day I have been thinking about it. I just knew I had to get one red rose for your mother.”"

Now if your like me you have tears streaming down your cheeks right now. Let me suggest to you that God is real and sometimes in His graciousness and love, He will, for just a moment pull back the curtain and allow us to see beyond our limited view of life and death.  Don’t wait because if you do it may be too late. ( author unknown )

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Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Worth of Dates

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Tuesday, June 19, 2012

The Magic

The Sunset

The crimson sunset above
The magical horizon orange and purple
Setting fire to the sea

The warm golden soft sand 
The crisp colour and rhythmic sounds
The birds swiftly on the ocean
Setting movement to the sea

The people counting down
As the night sky slowly takes over
The beauty of the Sunset
The soothing crimson sun
Being kidnapped by the moon

Summer Autumn Winter Spring 
It gives the same effect
And no matter how hard you try
Your mind can not be taken away
By such glamour

All day your waiting for it
It's the time when you relax
And all of your worries swept away
It's the magic of the Sunset. 

Talia Simpson



Sunday, June 17, 2012

On Guard

A story tells that two friends were walking through the desert. During some point of the journey they had an argument, and one friend slapped the other one in the face.
The one who got slapped was hurt, but without saying anything, wrote in the sand:

They kept on walking until they found an oasis, where they decided to take a bath. The one who had been slapped got stuck in the mire and started drowning, but the friend saved him.
After he recovered from the near drowning, he wrote on a stone:

The friend who had slapped and saved his best friend asked him, “After I hurt you, you wrote in the sand and now, you write on a stone, why?”
The other friend replied “When someone hurts us we should write it down in sand where winds of forgiveness can erase it away. But, when someone does something good for us, we must engrave it in stone where no wind can ever erase it.”
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.
Do not value the things you have in your life. But value who you have in your life!
Author Unknown

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Saturday, June 16, 2012

Belleza de

 “Let me be a free man. Free to travel.
 Free to stop. Free to work. 
 Free to choose my own teachers.
 Free to follow the religion of my fathers.
 Free to think and talk and act for myself.”
Chief Joseph
Nez Perce Indian Tribe

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Friday, June 15, 2012

A Dream

A Dream Within A Dream

Edgar Allan Poe

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar

Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

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Thursday, June 14, 2012

Fill me


You fill me up when I am empty,
Like no one else has done;
Pour warmth into my spirit,
Like rays from summer sun.

Like rain upon the desert,
On a dry and barren land;
You cause my soul to blossom,
With touch from gentle hands.

And like the breeze of springtime,
Gently 'cross my body blows;
Igniting there a flame of fire,
That sets my heart aglow.

You've placed a seed within me,
That has grown into a vine;
Of sheer unbridled passion,
Tendrils curled and intertwined.

You fill me up when I am empty,
Like an overflowing cup;
No one else has ever filled me so,
Yet my Love, you fill me up.
Allison Chambers Coxsey

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Valueless Lamp

WISHES . . .

If I could have my wishes,
If wishes did come true;
I would wish for happiness,
And a long full life for you.
I would wish for laughter,
And fill your life with song;
Then ask for peace and joy and love,
To follow you all day long.

Then I would ask for peaceful rest,
To visit you at night;
And that your every morning,
Dawn shimmering and bright.
I would ask for nothing,
To give back to myself;
As long as you are happy,
I want for nothing else.

For just to see contentment,
On your face and know you're fine;
Would truly satisfy me,
And bring joy to this heart of mine.
If I could have my wishes,
If wishes did come true;
I'd wish for the sun, moon and stars,
And I'd give them all to you.

by Allison Chambers Coxsey

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Just One

Just One

One song can spark a moment,
One flower can wake the dream
One tree can start a forest,
One bird can herald spring.
One smile begins a friendship,
One handclasp lifts a soul.
One star can guide a ship at sea,
One word can frame the goal
One vote can change a nation,
One sunbeam lights a room
One candle wipes out darkness,
One laugh will conquer gloom.
One step must start each journey.
One word must start each prayer.
One hope will raise our spirits,
One touch can show you care.
One voice can speak with wisdom,
One heart can know what’s true,
One life can make a difference,
You see, it’s up to you!

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Sunday, June 10, 2012

Without You

It is in the small things we see it.
The child's first step,
as awesome as an earthquake.
The first time you rode a bike,
wallowing up the sidewalk.
The first spanking when your heart
went on a journey all alone.
When they called you crybaby
or poor or fatty or crazy
and made you into an alien,
you drank their acid
and concealed it.

if you faced the death of bombs and bullets
you did not do it with a banner,
you did it with only a hat to
cover your heart.
You did not fondle the weakness inside you
though it was there.
Your courage was a small coal
that you kept swallowing.
If your buddy saved you
and died himself in so doing,
then his courage was not courage,
it was love; love as simple as shaving soap.

if you have endured a great despair,
then you did it alone,
getting a transfusion from the fire,
picking the scabs off your heart,
then wringing it out like a sock.
Next, my kinsman, you powdered your sorrow,
you gave it a back rub
and then you covered it with a blanket
and after it had slept a while
it woke to the wings of the roses
and was transformed.

when you face old age and its natural conclusion
your courage will still be shown in the little ways,
each spring will be a sword you'll sharpen,
those you love will live in a fever of love,
and you'll bargain with the calendar
and at the last moment
when death opens the back door
you'll put on your carpet slippers
and stride out.
by Anne Sexton(Courage)

Friday, June 8, 2012

How Simple

How simple it is to see

that all the worry in the world
cannot control the future.
How simple it is to see
that we can only be happy now.
And that there will never be a time
when it is not now.

Gerald Jampolsky

Thursday, June 7, 2012

The Elders

Retirement at sixty-five is ridiculous. 

When I was sixty-five I still had pimples.
- George Burns

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

The Connection

The Connection
The fragrance of the newly blossomed flowers,
the chirping of the birds,
and the texture of the earth –
all remind me there is life.
There is a life to live and experience!

The blue sky is so magnificent,
and the ocean is so infinite
I feel like a tiny creature in this entire Universe!
How amazing this life is which unfolds itself
to something it is destined to be!

Just like a flower – it blooms, it graces the surrounding,
and spreads aroma – it is a joy to behold.
The sublime sensation that arose from the tone
of the sweet voice echoing from the distance
is a pure connection to the world within!

Rajyeshwari Ghosh

Tuesday, June 5, 2012

To forgive

In Life

© Angie Flores

In life there are people that will hurt us and cause us pain,
but we must learn to forgive and forget and not hold grudges.

In life there are mistakes we will make,
but we must learn from our wrongs and grow from them.

In life there are regrets we will have to live with, 
but we must learn to leave the past behind and realize it is something we can't change.

In life there are people we will loose forever and can't have back,
but we must learn to let go & move on.

In life there are going to be obstacles that will cause interference,
but we must learn to overcome these challenges and grow stronger.

In life there are fears that will hold us back from what we want,
but we must learn to fight them with the courage from within.

God holds our lives in his hands. He holds the key to our future. 
Only he knows our fate. 

He see's everything and knows everything. 
Everything in life really does happen for a reason: "God's Reason".

Monday, June 4, 2012

Circuitous Route

Circle Of Life

© Carly Nasch

Life is a carousel. Always going forward, never going back.
Existence is a hard thing to keep when you stop trying. 
To live a life, you must want to live. 
To want to live you must find a way. 
When all hope is lost you must stand tall. 
When all others retreat you must prevail.
You are the conscious inside your head. 
You create your own destiny. 
Life is a very hard thing to keep 
when your life does not always go the way you plan. 
Fight for your life and the right to keep dreaming. 
If you feel you were gifted, share your gift. 
If you feel you were cursed, fix it. 
As you get older, your life becomes a challenge. 
Who are you? 
What do you want in life? 
What will you be? 
What is your purpose in life? 
If you worry, these things will turn into burdens. 
But if you hold on to them in the back of your mind, 
all of the answers will come in time. 
Life is a carousel, always going forward never going back. 
Look to the future not to the past.

Sunday, June 3, 2012

I will

I'll Be Here

I cannot ease your aching heart,
Nor take your pain away;
But let me stay and take your hand
And walk with you today.

I'll listen when you need to talk,
I'll wipe away your tears;
I'll share your worries when they come,
I'll help you face your fears.

I'm here and I will stand by you,
On each hill you have to climb;
So take my hand, let's face the world...
And live just one day at a time.

You're not alone, for I'm still here,
I'll go that extra mile;
And when your grief is easier,
I'll help you learn to smile!

Saturday, June 2, 2012

On Call


 "Work alternated with needful rest, is the salvation of man or woman" Antonette Brown Blackwell 

Friday, June 1, 2012

The Coin

Time is the coin of your life. It is the only coin you have and only you can 

determine how it will be spent. Be careful, lest you let others spend it for you
Rod McKuen

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