Did I offer peace today? Did I bring a smile to someone’s face?
Did I say words of healing? Did I let go of my anger and resentment?
Did I forgive? Did I love?’
These are the real questions.
I must trust that the little bit of love that I sow now will be many fruits,
here in this world and the life to come.
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You are always free to change your mind
and choose a different future,
or a different past.
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The land I awoke too this morning was so peaceful and
serene. As I glanced outside my open window, I soon notice
the sky was painted with Mother Natures warm colors.
Drifting in the air was the smell of fresh rain, that mixed
in with my roses. Another beautiful morning and again I
asked God the same question, why am I all alone?
From the corner of my eye I seen a pair of snow colored
wings flapping up and down, reminding me of a fan, as a
cool breeze hit my face.The wings of white was as graceful
as a ballerina, and like the heavens at night, its eyes were
twinkling at me. He seem to be like me, all alone, as I
glanced and seen no other doves playing hide-an-seek under
my eves, or lined up in a straight line on the telephone
Wings of white I yelled, why is something as beautiful as
you all alone? Then the dove circled as if landing at a
airport, and landed on my shoulder. Just as a mother would
coo to her baby, it leaned over cooing softly in my ear. Its
head was the size of a coin, its feathers as soft as velvet.
Then I knew why the dove had come, to let me know I was
never alone, even on the most lonely of days.
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things we are left with
These waves of history
That shapes us still
In the way we cook
The way we sit
The way we smile
The way we think
History shapes us
and though we go places
We carry it still
In the way we walk
In the way we are
The lessons of our mothers
We carry them still
When children look up to us
With wide expectant eyes
And we teach them too
What was taught to us
By those taught before us
That’s why no man is an island
We are all part of something
Part of someone
A people of a kind
We are part of a chain
And all our actions
Our very lives touch others
In the most discreet ways
Though know we may not
We don’t really die
We let live
Like the ocean
That rushes and roars still
We live on in others
We never really die
We let live
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Painful emotions show you what prevents you from creating harmony,
cooperation, sharing and reverence for life.
Life is a series of challenges and tests.
It comes with days filled with sunshine
and smiles, and other days with dark
gray stormy clouds and rain.
Life is a mixture of every feeling you
I have been in storms and stood by those
going through storms, and they do pass.
The earth shaking thunder, the jagged
knife sharp lighting, the clouds do clear.
The sun with Mother Nature warm colors
will come up over the mountains welcoming
a new day. What a blessing to see a new
day, when others seem to never end.
In life you will see many positive things,
and will laugh with glee at some. On other
day you will have a tear stained face, and may
even be in pain. Every feeling known to man
you will experience in your life time.
You will have good days and bad. No one is
exempt from bad times. No one can hide
If you listen you can hear knocking on doors
of everyone you know by a life challenge.
They will knock on the poor, middle class,
and the mansions. They knock on doors of
people that have everything and people
who have nothing.
On the days that you face that have no rhyme or
reasons, it helps to know that there is your
Higher Power And He sent people in and
out of your life to help you, and care as
much as do when things are not what they
seems to be. These people will helps us through
the storms, and the long nights.
Just remember the storms will pass. And your
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Prayer is the key of the morning
and the bolt of the evening.
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