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Wise Man
Posted by wfosterwelborn
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.”
I Believe
Posted by wfosterwelborn
When I hear a newborn baby’s cry
And the sun warms my back from a clear blue sky,
I believe!
When a cold white snowflake alights on my nose
And sun-warmed sand tickles my toes,
I believe!
When I can sense a presence and no one is there,
And trouble arises, yet I’m none the worse for wear,
I believe!
When problems surround us and evil raises its head,
I lean on the promises which stand me in good stead:
I believe!
I believe when I gaze on the immense, wonderful array
Of budding trees and flowering plants to children at play,
Yes, I believe!
The road is long and weary with hard labor along the way,
Yet we struggle on, hoping for a brighter day,
Striving to believe.
Should you listen carefully with your inner ear,
Spiritual music and words of praise will soothe away your fear.
Then maybe you’ll believe.
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Friends
Posted by wfosterwelborn
This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:
Friends are those
Who’ll share joy or troubles.
With the help of friends,
One’s strength doubles.
Friends who listen
To both problems and trial,
No argument, cajoling,
No attempt to beguile.
Friends are those tested,
Who rise to the task
Answer the call,
Lending support without being asked.
Helping each other when necessary,
No apology or amend.
It’s easy to share troubles
With a close, cherished friend.
Living without friends
Is true sadness indeed,
For they share in your joy,
Sympathize with your need.
Remember — friends can’t be purchased,
For, if they could, what price?
To stand solidly beside you
Thirty times thrice.
