The Holy Alphabet
Although
things are not perfect
Because
of trial or pain
Continue
in thanksgiving
Do
not begin to blame
Even
when the times are hard
Fierce
winds are bound to blow
God
is forever able
Hold
on to what you know
Imagine
life without His love
Joy
would cease to be
Keep
thanking Him for all the things
Love
imparts to thee
Move
out of "Camp Complaining"
No
weapon that is known
On
earth can yield the power
Praise
can do alone
Quit
looking at the future
Redeem
the time at hand
Start
every day with worship
To
"thank" is a command
Until
we see Him coming
Victorious
in the sky
We'll
run the race with gratitude
X
alting God most high
Y
es, there'll be good times and yes some will be bad, but...
Z
ion waits in glory...where none are ever sad!
Written by: Unknown
Blessings in Disguise are Difficult to Recognize
God
sends his "little angels" in many forms and guises,
They come as lovely miracles that God alone devises...
For he does nothing without purpose,
everything's a perfect plan To fulfill
in Bounteous measure all He ever
promised man...
For every "little angel" with a body bent and broken,
Or a little mind retarded or little words unspoken,
Is just God's way of trying to reach and
touch the hand
Of all who do not know him and cannot understand.
That often through an angel
whose "wings will never fly"
The Lord is pointing out the way
to His eternal sky.
Where there will be no handicaps
of body, soul, or mind
And where all limitations
will be dropped and left behind...
So accept these "little angels"
As gifts from God above
And thank Him for His lesson in
Faith and Hope and Love.
Written
by: Unknown
I
got up early one morning and rushed into the day,
I had so much to accomplish that I didn't have time to pray.
Problems just tumbled about me, and heavier came each task,
"Why doesn't God help me?" I wondered, He answered, "You didn't
ask."
I wanted to see joy and beauty, but the day toiled on,
gray and bleak;
I wondered why God did not show me, He said, "But you didn't seek."
I tried to come into God's presence; I used all my keys at the lock.
God gently and lovingly chided, "My child, you didn't knock."
I woke up early this morning, and paused before entering the day;
I had so much to accomplish that I had to take time to pray.
--Author Unknown
I have 2 legs, the world is mine.
I stopped to buy some candy
he seemed so very glad
"I thank you, you've been so kind.
He stood and watched the others play
Oh, God, forgive me when I whine.
The world is mine.
Written by Anonymous
New
Year's Cake ~
Stir together golden dreams of hope
Add a cup of New Year's light.
Catch flakes of Heaven's drifting snow
to make the mixture pure and white.
Add to it a stirring of Angels' Wings,
bearing Joy, Love, and Inspiration.
Blend into the mix a Prayer of Hope
to God for the souls of every nation.
Frost your cake with Loving Kindness,
and then to make it especially nice ---
Give a large serving to the world;
And Peace on Earth with every slice!
Written by Anonymous
Christmas Wish
|
Snowflakes
softly falling I
quietly unfold it It
started just as always You
asked if your friend Molly You saw
a family on the news "And
as you fly your reindeer I pulled
the letter close to me |
Better Keep In Touch
Jake, the rancher, went one day
to fix a distant fence.
The wind was cold and gusty
and the clouds rolled gray and dense.
When he finally reached his pickup,
he felt a heavy heart.
From the sound of his ignition,
he knew it wouldn't start
So Jake did what most of us would do
if we had been there.
He humbly bowed his balding head
and sent aloft a prayer.
As he turned the key for the last time,
he softly cursed his luck.
They found him three days later,
frozen stiff in that old truck.
Now Jake had been around in life
and done his share of roaming.
But when he saw Heaven, he was shocked--
it looked just like Wyoming!
Of all the saints in Heaven,
his favorite was St. Peter.
(Now this line ain't needed
but it helps with rhyme and meter).
So they set and talked a minute or two,
or maybe it was three.
Nobody was keepin' score--
in Heaven time is free.
"I've always heard," Jake said to Pete,
"that God will answer prayer,
But the one time I asked for help, well, he
just plain wasn't there."
"Does God answer prayers of some,
and ignore the prayers of others?
That don't seem exactly square--
I know all men are brothers."
"Or does he randomly reply,
without good rhyme or reason?
Maybe, it's the time of day,
the weather or the season."
"Now I ain't trying to act smart,
it's just the way I feel.
And I was wondering', could you tell me--
what the heck's the deal?!"
Peter listened very patiently
and when Jake was done,
There were smiles of recognition,
and he said, "So, you're the one!!"
"That day your truck, it wouldn't start,
and you sent your prayer flying,
You gave us all a real bad time,
with hundreds of us trying."
"A thousand angels rushed,
to check the status of your file,
But you know, Jake, we hadn't heard from you
in quite a long while."
"And though all prayers are answered,
and God ain't got no quota,
He didn't recognize your voice,
and started a truck in North Dakota."
Author Unknown
Two Thousand One, Nine Eleven
Two thousand one, nine eleven
Five thousand plus arrive in heaven
As they pass through the gate,
thousands more appear in wait.
A bearded man with stovepipe hat
steps forward saying,
"Let's sit, let's chat"
They settle down in seats of clouds
A man named Martin shouts out proud
"I have a dream" and once he did
The Newcomer said, "Your dream still lives."
Groups of soldiers in blue and gray
Others in Khaki and green then say
"We're from Bull Run, Yorktown, the Maine"
The Newcomer said, "You died not in vain."
From a man on sticks one could hear
"The only thing we have to fear.
The Newcomer said, "We know the rest,
trust us sir, we've passed that test."
"Courage doesn't hide in caves
You can't bury freedom in a grave."
The Newcomers had heard this voice before
A distinct Yankees twang from Hyannisport Shores.
A silence fell within the mist
Somehow the Newcomer knew that this
Meant time had come for her to say
What was in the hearts of five thousand plus that day.
"Back on Earth, we wrote reports,
Watched our children play in sports.
Worked our gardens, sang our songs,
Went to church and clipped coupons.
"We smiled, we laughed, we cried, we fought
Unlike you, great we're not"
The tall man in the stovepipe hat
Stood and said, "Don't talk like that!"
"Look at your country, look and see
You died for freedom, just like me."
Then, before them all appeared a scene
Of rubbled streets and twisted beams
Death, destruction, smoke and dust
And people working just 'cause they must.
Hauling ash, lifting stones,
Knee deep in hell
But not alone
"Look! Blackman, whiteman, brownman, yellowman
side by side helping their fellow man!"
So said Martin, as he watched the scene
"Even from nightmares, can be born a dream."
Down below three firemen raised
The colors high into ashen haze
The soldiers above had seen it before
On Iwo Jima back in '44.
The man on sticks studied everything closely
Then shared his perceptions on what he saw mostly.
"I see pain, I see tears,
I see sorrow - but I don't see fear."
"You left behind husbands and wives
Daughters and sons and so many lives
are suffereing now because of this wrong
But looking closely, You're not really gone.
All of those people, even those who've never met you
All of thier lives, they'll never forget you
Don't you see what has happened?
Don't you see what you've done?
You brought them together, together as one.
With that the man in the stovepipe hat said
"Take my hand," and from there he led
five thousand plus heroes, Newcomers to heaven
On this day, two thousand one, nine eleven.
Unknown Author
The Binch (Think Grinch)
Each U down in U-ville liked U.S. a lot,
but the Binch, living Far East of U-ville, did not.
The Binch hated U.S.--the whole U.S. way!
Now don't ask me why, for nobody can say.
It could be his turban was screwed on too tight.
Or the sun from the desert had beaten too bright.
But I think that the most likely reason of all,
May have been that his heart was two sizes too small.
Whatever the reason, his heart or his turban,
He stood facing U-ville, the part that was urban.
"They're doing their business," he snarled from his perch.
"They're raising their families! They're going to church!
They're leading the world, and their empire's thriving,
I must keep the S's and U's from surviving!"
Each week day, he knew, all the U's and the S's,
Would put on their pants and their shirts and their dresses.
They'd go to their offices, playgrounds and schools,
And abide by their U and S values and rules.
And then they'd do something he liked least of all,
Each U down in U-ville, the tall and the small,
Would stand all united, each U and each S.
And they'd sing U-ville's anthem, "God bless us! God bless!"
Around their Twin Towers of U-ville, they'd stand,
And their voices would drown every sound in the land.
"I must stop that singing," Binch said with a smirk,
And he had an idea--and idea that might work!
The binch stole some U airplanes in U morning hours,
And crashed them right into the U-ville Twin Towers.
"They'll wake to disaster!" he snickered, so sour,
"And how can they sing when they can't find a tower?"
The Binch cocked his ear as U's woke from their sleeping,
All set to enjoy their U-wailing and weeping,
Instead he heard something that started to grow.
And the Binch heard the most unpredictable thing--
And he couldn't believe it--they started to sing!
He stared down at U-ville, not trusting his eyes,
What he saw was a shocking, disgusting surprise!
Every U down in U-ville, the tall and the small
Was singing--Without any towers at all!
He hadn't stopped U-Ville from singing! It sung!
For deep in the hearts of the old and the young,
Twin Towers were standing, called Hope and called Pride,
And you can't smash the towers we hold deep inside.
So we circle the sites where our heroes did fall,
With a hand in each hand of the tall and the small,
And we mourn for our losses while knowing we'll cope,
For we still have inside us U-Pride and U-Hope.
For America means a bit more than tall towers,
It means more than wealth or political powers,
It's more than our enemies ever could guess.
So God bless America! Bless us! God bless!
Author Unknown
Mom Wins
My son came home from school one day,
A smirk was on his face.
He'd decided he was smart enough,
To put me in my place.
HE SAID:
Guess what I learned in Civics Two,
That's taught by Mr. Wright?
It's all about the laws today:
THE CHILDREN'S BILL OF RIGHTS.
IT SAYS:
I don't have to clean my room,
Don't have to cut my hair.
No one can tell me what to think,
How to speak or what to wear.
I have freedom FROM religion,
And regardless what you say,
I don't have to bow my head,
And I sure DON'T HAVE TO PRAY.
I can wear earrings if I want,
And pierce my tongue and nose.
I can read and watch just what I like,
Be tattooed from head to toes.
AND if you ever spank me,
I'll charge you with the crime,
I'll back up all my charges,
with the marks on my behind.
HE SAID:
Don't you ever touch me,
This body's for MY use,
Nor for your hugs and kisses,
That's just more child abuse.
HE CONTINUED WITH:
Don't preach about your morals,
Like your mama did to you.
That's nothing but your mind control,
And it's illegal too!
Mom, I have these children's rights,
So you can't influence me,
Or I'll call Children's Services,
Better known as C.S.D.
MY TURN!
Well, of course, my natural instinct
Was to toss him out the door.
But the chance to teach a lesson,
Made me think a little more.
I mulled it over carefully,
I couldn't let this go.
A little smile crept to my face...
He was messing with a pro!
AND AWAY WE GO!
Next day I took him shopping,
At the local Good Will store,
I told him, pick out all you want!
There are shirts and pants galore.
I've called and checked with C.S.D.,
They said they didn't care,
If I bought you K-Mart shoes,
Instead of Nike Airs.
OH! And...
I"ve canceled that appointment,
To take your driver's test.
The C.S.D. is unconcerned,
so I'll decide what's best.
I SAID:
No time to stop and eat,
Or pick up stuff to munch,
And tomorrow you can start to learn
To make your own sack lunch.
Just save that raging appetite,
And wait 'til dinner time.
We're having liver and onions.
It's a favorite dish of mine.
HE ASKED:
Can we stop to rent a movie,
So I can watch the VCR?
Sorry, I said, I sold your T.V.,
For new tires on my car.
I also rented out your room,
You can take the couch instead.
The C.S.D. requires just a roof above your head.
Your clothing won't be trendy now,
I'll choose the food you eat,
That allowance that you used to get
Will buy me something neat.
I'm selling off your jet ski,
Dirt-bike and roller blades.
Check out the PARENTS' BILL OF RIGHTS,
It's in effect today!
Hey, Hot Shot, are you crying?
Why are you on your knees?
Are you asking God to help you?
....GO CALL THE C.S.D.
Unknown Writer
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE....
..one old love she can imagine going back to...
...and one who reminds her how far she has come...
...enough money within her control to move out and rent a place of her own even if she never wants to or needs to...
...something perfect to wear if the employer or date of her dreams wants to see her in an hour...
...a youth she's content to leave behind...
...a past juicy enough that she's looking forward to retelling it in her old age...
...a set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill, and a black lace bra...
...one friend who always makes her laugh...
and one who lets her cry...
...a good piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone else in her family...
...eight matching plates, wine glasses with stems, and a recipe for a meal that will make her guests feel honored..
...a feeling of control over her destiny...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW....
...how to fall in love without losing herself...
...how to quit a job, break up with a lover, and confront a friend without ruining the friendship...
...when to try harder...
...and when to walk away...
...that she can't change the length of her calves, the width of her hips, or the nature of her parents...
...that her childhood may not have been perfect...
...but its over...
...what she would and wouldn't do for love or more...
...how to live alone...
...even if she doesn't like it...
...whom she can trust, whom she can't, and why she shouldn't take it personally...
...where to go...
...be it to her best friend's kitchen table...
or a charming inn in the woods...
...when her soul needs soothing...
...what she can and can't accomplish in a day...
...a month...
...and a year...
Unknown Writer
My Friend
You're
My friend,
my companion,
through good times
and bad
my friend,
my buddy,
through happy and sad,
beside me you stand,
beside me you walk,
you're there to listen,!
you're there to talk,
with happiness,
with smiles,
with pain and tears,
I know you'll be there,
throughout the years!
You are all good friends to me
and I am grateful to you.
Unknown Writer
This is a Hug Certificate!!
If I could catch a rainbow I would do it just for you
and share with you its beauty On the days you're feeling blue.
If I could build a mountain You could call your very own
A place to find serenity
A place to be alone
If I could take your troubles I would toss them in the sea
But all these things I'm finding are impossible for me.
I cannot build a mountain Or catch a rainbow fair
But let me be what I know best- A friend who's always there.
Unknown Author
Teach Me To Pray
Please
teach me, Lord ...
I want to know
Exactly how to pray.
I need some words
Which ones are right?
Please tell me what to say.
I've bowed my head
I have knelt down, But ...
should I be upright?
I've closed my eyes,
I've raised my hands, Or ...
should I fold them tight?
Do I stand up?
Should I sit down?
Dear Lord... what do you like?
Are lights turned on
Or are they off? Maybe...
candle light?
Wear my glasses?
Take them off?
Be at my desk or table?
Should I whisper?
Speak out loud?
Do I quote the Bible?
What do you think about the time?
Do You prefer the dawn?
Should I pray fast,
Or keep it slow?
Better short ... or long?
I'm new at this
What are the rules?
I want to do it right.
How do I know
You'll even hear
That I am in Your sight?
And while I sat there quietly,
Waiting for some sign,
I heard a gentle voice say,
"Oh, dearest child of mine...
Do you think I really care
About the time of day,
Or whether you are standing up,
Or kneeling when you pray?"
"I don't care about your posture,
Or about the place you choose;
Just open up your soul to me,
I have no other rules."
"Tell me what is in your heart,
And tell me what you seek;
Tell me of your sorrows,
And of those things that made you weak."
"Speak to me in private
About what concerns you most;
I know about your good deeds ...
You have no need to boast."
"My child, you don't need lessons,
Just talk to me each day;
Tell me anything you want, dear child,
Anyone can pray."
~ Author Unknown ~
TWAS THE NIGHT OF
THANKSGIVING, BUT I JUST COULDN'T SLEEP
I TRIED COUNTING BACKWARDS, I TRIED COUNTING SHEEP.
THE LEFTOVERS BECKONED - THE DARK MEAT AND WHITE
BUT I FOUGHT THE TEMPTATION WITH ALL OF MY MIGHT
TOSSING AND TURNING WITH ANTICIPATION
THE THOUGHT OF A SNACK BECAME INFATUATION.
SO, I RACED TO THE KITCHEN, FLUNG OPEN THE DOOR
AND GAZED AT THE FRIDGE, FULL OF GOODIES GALORE.
I GOBBLED UP TURKEY AND BUTTERED POTATOES,
PICKLES AND CARROTS, BEANS AND TOMATOES.
I FELT MYSELF SWELLING SO PLUMP AND SO ROUND,
'TIL ALL OF A SUDDEN, I ROSE OFF THE GROUND.
I CRASHED THROUGH THE CEILING, FLOATING INTO THE SKY
WITH A MOUTHFUL OF PUDDING AND A HANDFUL OF PIE.
BUT, I MANAGED TO YELL AS I SOARED PAST THE TREES....
HAPPY EATING TO ALL, PASS THE CRANBERRIES PLEASE.
MAY YOUR STUFFING BE TASTY, MAY YOUR TURKEY BE PLUMP.
MAY YOUR POTATOES 'N GRAVY HAVE NARY A LUMP,
MAY YOUR YAMS BE DELICIOUS MAY YOUR PIES TAKE THE PRIZE,
MAY YOUR THANKSGIVING DINNER STAY OFF OF YOUR THIGHS.
HAVE A WONDERFUL THANKSGIVING
Unknown Author
Snowman Soup
1
package hot chocolate mix
3 Hershey Kisses
15 mini marshmallows
1 candy cane (stir stick)
Place in colored wrapper or small baggie and put in new cup (handpainted is very nice!)
Add poem:
Was
told you've been very good this year.
Always glad to hear it!
With freezing weather drawing near,
You'll need to warm the spirit.
So
here's a little Snowman Soup
Complete with stirring stick.
Add hot water, sip it slow.
It's sure to do the trick
Unknown Writer
Dear God,
Unknown Writer
The Redneck Love Poem
Collards are green,
my dog's name is Blue
and I'm so lucky
to have a sweet thang like you.
Yore hair is like cornsilk
a-flappin in the breeze.
Softer than Blue's
and without all them fleas.
You move like the bass,
which excite me in may.
You ain't got no scales
but I luv you anyway.
Yo're as satisfy'n as okry
jist a-fry'n in the pan.
Yo're as fragrant as "snuff"
right out of the can.
You have some'a yore teeth
for which I am proud.
I hold my head high
when we're in a crowd.
On special occasions,
when you shave under yore arms,
well, I'm in hawg heaven
and awed by yore charms.
Still them fellers at work,
they all want to know,
what I did to deserve
such a purdy, young doe.
Like a good roll of duct tape
yo're there fer yore man,
to patch up life's troubles
and fix what you can.
Yo're as cute as a junebug
a-buzzin' overhead.
You ain't mean like those far ants
I found in my bed.
Cut from the best cloth
like a plaid flannel shirt,
you spark up my life
more than a fresh load of dirt.
When you hold me real tight
like a padded gunrack,
my life is complete.
Ain't nuttin' I lack.
Yore complexion, it's perfection,
like the best vinyl sidin'
despite all the years,
yore age, it keeps hidin'.
Me "n" you's like a moon pie
with a RC cold drank,
we go together
like a skunk goes with stank.
Some men, they buy chocolate
for a Valentine's Day,
they git it at Wal-Mart,
it's romantic that way.
Some men git roses
on that special day
for the cooler at Krogers,
that's impressive, I say.
Some men buy fine diamonds
from a flea market booth.
"Diamonds are forever",
they explain, suave and couth.
But for this man, honey,
these won't do.
Cause yo're too special,
you sweet thang you.
I got you a gift,
without taste nor odor,
more useful than diamonds....
IT'S A NEW TROLL'N MOTOR!!!
Unknown Writer
THE POEM
I knelt to pray but not for long,
I had too much to do.
I had to hurry and get to work
For bills would soon be due.
So I knelt and said a hurried prayer,
And jumped up off my knees.
My Christian duty was now done
My soul could rest at ease.
All day long I had no time
To spread a word of cheer.
No time to speak of Christ to friends,
They'd laugh at me I'd fear.
No time, no time, too much to do,
That was my constant cry,
No time to give to souls in need
But at last the time, the time to die.
I went before the Lord,
I came, I stood with downcast eyes.
For in his hands God held a book;
It was the book of life.
God looked into his book and said
"Your name I cannot find.
I once was going to write it down...
But never found the time"
Unknown Writer
GOD Knew That Everyone Needs
Companionship And Cheer,
He Knew That People Need Someone
Whose Thoughts Are Always Near.
He Knew They Need Someone Kind
To Lend A Helping Hand.
Someone To Gladly Take The Time
To Care And Understand.
GOD Knew That We All Need Someone
To Share Each Happy Day,
To Be A Source Of Courage
When Troubles Come Our Way.
Someone To Be True To Us,
Whether Near Or Far Apart.
Someone Whose Love We'll Always
Hold And Treasure In Our Hearts.
That's Why God Gave Us Friends!
Unknown Author
It isn't the size of
your house as such
That matters so much at all.
It's the gentle hand and its loving touch,
That make it great or small.
The
friends who come and the hour they
Who out of your house depart,
Will judge it not by the style you show,
But rather by the size of your heart.
It
isn't the size of your head so much,
It isn't the wealth you found.
That will make you happy -- it's how you touch
The lives that are all around.
For
making money is not hard --
To live life well is an art:
How people love you, how they regard,
Is all in the size of your heart.
Unknown
Author
My Quiet Place
I have a very quiet place, where I can
see beyond compare, a place I know where
I can dream, I find peace and quiet there.
I see the beauty of the sky and jewels
in a stream that shine. Theres roses
high upon a hill, beside the place that I call mine.
Then in my very quiet place. I find my
savior there. I tell him all my wants and
cares as I come to him in prayer.
and so with this Gods love for me; I'll keep
it day by day. For by his grace , I want
to share with others by the way.
Unknown Author
RICHER THAN GOLD
You may have tangible
wealth untold;
Caskets of jewels and
coffers of gold.
Richer than I you can never
be --
I had a mother who read to
me.
-- Strickland Gillilan (1869-1954)
WONDERFUL MOTHER
God made a wonderful
mother,
A mother who never grows
old;
He made her smile of the
sunshine,
And He moulded her heart of
pure gold;
In her eyes He placed
bright shining stars,
In her cheeks fair roses
you see;
God made a wonderful
mother,
And He gave that dear
mother to me.
--Pat O'Reilly
M-O-T-H-E-R
"M"
is for the million things she gave me,
"O" means only
that she's growing old,
"T" is for the
tears she shed to save me,
"H" is for her
heart of purest gold;
"E" is for her
eyes, with love-light shining,
"R" means right,
and right she'll always be,
Put them all together, they
spell "MOTHER,"
A word that means the world
to me.
--Howard Johnson (c. 1915)
SOFT AS A KITTEN
There he sat soft as a kitten,Cute
as pie he was sitten,
White as snow was his fur,Baby
cries were his purr,Bouncing, playing
with a ball,Running, chasing in
the hall,Thencame time
for a nap, As the
day came to a rap.
Unknown Author
LITTLE BOY
As he watched with big green eyes,
Towards the heavens, towards the skies,
With love and happiness and full of joy,
God would love this little boy,
Reaching down from the sky,
Came guiding hands from up high,
With tenderness came his light,
As God kept him in his sight,
With every day it did pass by,
Guiding light was way up high.
LITTLE GIRL
Cute as a button this little girl,
God did make her his tiny pearl,
How he loved her with all his might,
And always kept her within his sight,
God's creation was pure and simple,
When she smiled there formed a dimple,
Everywhere this little one went,
God's creation was heaven sent.
Unkown Author
CHILDLIKE DREAMS
As she lay there softly sleeping,
With childlike dreams gently seeping,
Visions of golden wings appear,
As she holds them close so dear,
Angels dancing in the light,
Wings spread out what a sight,
As she turns on her side,
Her little eyes she does hide.
Unknown Author
Her Little Shadow
By Unknown
I saw a young mother
With eyes full of laughter
And two little shadows
Came following after.
Wherever she moved,
They were always right there
Holding onto her skirts,
Hanging onto her chair.
Before her, behind her,
An adhesive pair.
"Don't you ever get weary
As, day after day,
Your two little tagalongs
Get in your way?"
She smiled as she shook
Her pretty young head,
And I'll always remember
The words that she said.
"It's good to have shadows
That run when you run,
That laugh when your happy,
And hum when you hum-
For you only have shadows
When your life's filled with sun."
Mother's Song
By Author Unkown
Songs my mother taught me,
In the days long vanish'd
Seldom from her eyelids
Were the teardrops banish'd.
Now I teach my children
Each melodious measure,
Oft the teardrops flowing,
Oft they flow from my memory's treasure.
Motherhood
By Joaquin Miller
The bravest battle that was ever fought!
Shall I tell you where and when?
On the maps of the world you will find it not;
'Twas fought by the mothers of men.
Nay not with the cannon of battle-shot,
With a sword or noble pen;
Nay, not with eloquent words or thought
From mouth of wonderful men!
But deep in a walled-up woman's heart--
Of a woman that would not yeild,
But bravely, silently bore her part--
Lo, there is a battlefield!
No mashalling troops, no bivuac song,
No banner to gleam and wave:
But oh! those battles they last so long--
From babyhood to the grave.
Yet, faithful still as a bridge of stars,
She fights in her walled-up town--
Fights on andon in her endless wars,
Then silent, unseen, goes down.
Oh, ye with banners and battle-shot,
And soldiers to shout and praise!
I tell you the kingliest victories fought
Were fought in those silent ways.
O spotless women in a world of shame,
With splendid and silent scorn,
Go back to God as white as you came---
The Kin
A Wise Decision
By Maxine Schneiderman
I might have been a broadway star
Or a witty talk-show hostess,
Or come up with a cure for colds
Or lead a "No-Nuke" protest.
I might have played at Wimbledon,
In front of Kings and Queens.
Or made it big in fashion---
With my own designer jeans.
I might have written novels
Or led a world crusade,
Or climed the corporate ladder
Or dealt in foreign trade.
I pondered the above and yet
I opted for another.
No salary, but the job's secure---
I chose to be a mother!!
Another Mother's Prayer
By Author Unknown
Dear Lord, it's such a hectic day
With little time to stop and pray
For life's been anything but calm
Since you called on me to be a mom
Running errands, matching socks
Building dreams with building blocks
Coooking, cleaning and finding shoes
And other stuff that children lose
Fitting lids on bottled bugs
Wiping tears and giving hugs
A stack of last week's mail to read
So where's the quiet time to read?
Yet when I steal a minute, Lord
Just at the sink or ironing board
To ask the blessing of Your grace
I see then, in my small one's face
That you have blessed me all the while
And I stop to kiss that precious smile.
Caught
within this passion
As eyes are closed in dream
See with world revolving
With visions so serene
Snow now falling softly
It blankets all below
Vision of such loveliness
Every heart should know
Walking
in the moonlight
The frost within the night
Hands are clasped so tightly
My heart feels such delight
Sleigh rides on the hillside
With speed as fast as light
Oh this special feeling
My spirit fills the night
Waiting for the moment
When eyes will open wide
All these dreams I wait for
They all become alive
Welcome special season
When hearts will surely shine
Diamonds on a snowflake
Awakening divine.
Unknown Author
I Need You Now
My Friend, I need
you now ---
Please take me by the hand.
Stand by me in my hour of need,
Take time to understand.
Take my hand, dear
friend,
And lead me from this place.
Chase away my doubts and fears,
Wipe the tears off my face.
Friend, I cannot
stand alone.
I need your hand to hold,
The warmth of your gentle touch
In my world that's grown so cold.
Please be a friend
to me
And Hold me day by day.
Beacause with your loving hand in mine,
I know we'll find the way.
Written by: Becky Turner
Written by Anonymous
Dr. Seuss Explains Computer Crashes
If a packet hits a pocket on a
socket on a port,
and the bus is interrupted at a very last resort,
and the access of the memory makes your floppy disk abort,
then the socket packet pocket has an error to report.
If your cursor finds a menu item followed by a dash,
and the double-clicking icon puts your window in the trash,
and your data is corrupted cause the index doesn't hash,
then your situation's hopeless and your system's gonna crash!
If the label on the cable on the table at your house
says the network is connected to the button on your mouse,
but your packets want to tunnel to another protocol,
that's repeatedly rejected by the printer down the hall,
and your screen is all distorted by the side effects of gauss,
so your icons in the window are as wavy as a souse;
then you may as well reboot and go out with a bang,
'cuz sure as I'm a poet, the sucker's gonna hang!
When the copy of your floppy's getting sloppy in the disk,
and the macro code instructions cause unnecessary risk,
then you'll have to flash the memory and you'll want to RAM your ROM then
quickly turn off the computer
and be sure to tell your Mom!
Written by Unknown
A peach is a peach,
A plum is a plum.
A kiss ain't a kiss,
without some tongue.
So...open your mouth,
and close your eyes.
And give your tongue,
some exercise!
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