During all my hurried chase for wealth,
I sacrificed my youth and spoiled my health.
Two young lovers sharing a kiss…
Just one of the many things I missed.
So many things yet to do, so much I want to say.
The mirror reflects my wrinkled face and hair turned whitish-grey.
I don’t remember smelling land after a cleansing rain
Or offering soothing words of comfort to those suffering alone in pain.
Did I notice children’s faces looking skyward in delight
As they held on tightly to their multi-colored kites?
Did I collect a seashell from a white beach sand,
And did I get to travel to a distant land?
Did I pluck daisy petals or ever smell a rose
Or even try to ice skate after the lakes all froze?
There’s so many things I could add to my lengthy lists,
Containing all the many things I apparently missed.
My race is run, my fortune won —
A hollow victory it would seem
For I missed out on simple things,
It is time I can’t redeem.
I rolled the dice of my own choice.
In pursuit of my wealth,
I paid the price.
In the quest, I lost the best when I lost my health.
Recording my sad litany
Reveals truth which cannot be denied:
For though I have wealth, I’ll die a pauper’s death
With all my music still inside!
When you pray for something, add feet to your prayers – Do something about it.
When you dream, add wings to your dreams – Take action, no matter how small.
If you have a goal, write it down and put it somewhere you can see it.
You will be reminding yourself that you are working towards and end,
not just wandering aimlessly.
Anyone can do nothing – It takes someone to accomplish something.
Don’t forget Synergy – an object in motion generates forward movement.
Remember Serendipity – Along the way, enjoy all the good stuff that happens.
It’s not how much you get
Nor how much you give.
A more important question begs an answer:
During all your endeavors, did you ever really live?
Working hard for wealth,
Recognition, or simply trying to be,
You paid a heavy price in time, stress, and aging
Because nothing comes for free.
We all work and struggle for our children,
Hoping they’ll accomplish more than we.
We want them to have a better life than us,
Yet nothing is for free.
Life teaches hard lessons.
Can knock you to your knees.
Never giving in but getting up
Is but one of a successful life’s keys.
We were put here for a purpose.
Many may not understand.
To do our best during our test,
Maybe lend a helping hand.
Some are doctors, lawyers, brokers,
Paupers or kings wearing a crown.
Others were musicians, writers,
Or poets of renown.
It was given to you freely.
It’s therefore yours to decide,
But one last thought I’ll venture
If you will abide.
You’ve worked so hard for others,
Please don’t die with your music still inside.
May your travels be filled with wonder.
May yours days be warm and long.
May your eyes be filled with beauty.
May your heart be filled with song.
God bless you on your journey!
Psalm 46:10 “Be still and know that I Am God.”
Do you know what silence sounds like?
Did you know that music is a series of sounds separated by silence?
In this busy world, it is almost impossible to hear the sound of silence.
However, I treasure it above all else.
Imagine a magical, serene time totally void of any sound on your ears.
One’s mind completely relaxes, and one can visualize waves breaking on a distant, sandy shore – without sound.
From deep within our mind, a new, pure thought emerges in this blessed silence.
It would have never arrived in its present form because of the noise, clutter, give and take of everyday life. Instead, it would have arrived all covered in bandages from injuries caused by the extraneous, outside world. It would be confused, lacking clarity, and without peace.
The idea is to intentionally become more aware of the Sound of Silence.
God bless your journey!
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Vows were broken, Love, by an unplanned death.
Promises that were spoken by the living breath.
Vows softly spoken in the listener’s ears
Linger on after death, bringing forth anguished tears.
Neither mountains high nor rivers wide
Can stop or contain them, and they still abide.
Later, you’ll bring them as you wing your way
And join my spirit, awaiting on the other side.
Marvel not then upon this small wonder,
For what God joins together, nothing puts asunder.
Though you live on if I pass first,
Find peace and joy, my love.
My spirit patiently awaits you
While angels sing above.
Our spirits will again reunite on that golden strand,
In that timeless Shangri-la, never to part again.
Think not that it’s over, that death brings the end,
For the spirit lives forever and ever, even then.
Finish your journey.
Walk your path, following destiny’s pull.
Shine your light on friend and foe.
Live life to the full.
I loved you then; I love you now
As when I gave the ring
To seal the vow made long ago.
Oh, Death, where is thy sting?
We are all authors.
Life is the beginning.
Death is the ending.
We each write the chapters in between.
God bless your journeys!
It is said that words written on desert sands can be seen on the morrow, borne on desert winds.
Words of secrecy should never be spoken in the night, for sounds travel easier in the dark than in the light.
Speak of no confessions by a pond or lakeside for words travel quickly over water, heard easily on the other side.
Keep well your promises for they have strings much stronger than steel, anchored to your conscience. Break one, and your conscience will be unbalanced and hurt all the days of your life.
To err is human, to forgive divine.
Having to do neither one ever is paradise.
Someone told a man with many woes and troubles that a wise man lived up on a certain mountain and might be able to help him.
So, the man hiked up the mountain and found the wise old man, who was sporting long white hair and a full white beard.
After telling the wise man his problems, the old man replied, “Do you see that huge boulder just down the mountain? Go down there and leave your problems at its base. But there is one requirement: You must pick up someone else’s problems and take them down the mountain with you. Choose carefully, my son.”
After four hours, the man came back up to the wise man.
He spoke: “You know, I couldn’t find any problems down there that were smaller than mine. So, if it’s all right with you, I’ll just keep my own problems, and take them back down the mountain with me.”
The old man smiled and replied, “Go in peace, my son.”
Man is sometimes a restless creature.
It is but one of his many features.
Wanting what he can’t have to fulfill a desire,
Sometimes he’ll struggle until he expires.
With a bank account full, he’ll strain for still more,
Worrying about investments as he paces the floor.
He won’t give up, and he sure won’t quit.
He certainly will not enjoy his wealth one little bit!
Cemeteries fill up, stopping these desires and suspense.
So many dying, they’ve had to build a fence.
Someone else will spend that wealth that he worked so hard to get,
But from where he now lies, he can have no regret.