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Wise Man

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.”

Praise Him

This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:

When your heart troubles you, remember.

When you feel sad or lonely, remember.

When you need a true friend, remember.

When you are very heavy laden, remember.

Remember who came to give you rest.

Remember who gives you life forever.

Remember who died upon the cross for you.

Remember who shed His blood for our sins.

When you need direction and guidance, ask.

When you need help and healing, ask.

When you feel lost and need repentance, ask.

When you are faced with any problem, ask.

Ask and the way will be made straight.

Ask and the door will be opened.

Ask and it will be given willingly.

Ask and life will be given abundantly.

For the daily sunlight you walk in, praise Him.

For the food which nourishes your strength, praise Him.

For the sleep which renews you each morning, praise Him.

Praise Him in all things for thrice Holy is His Name.

Praise Him for He alone is found worthy.

Praise Him for He is exalted in Heaven and Earth.

Praise Him for all Honor and Glory as His forever and ever.

Amen

Friends

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.

Prime Time

This poem is from Autumn Leaves:

Does watching a clear, fast mountain stream

While inhaling sweet, spruce-laden air

Or enjoying quiet serenity of beautiful aspens,

Gazing up at rough-cut grandeur of towering mountains

Cast a therapeutic spell?

The answer is freely available to anyone

Willing to venture out and sample

This boundless treasure.

Worries flow away merrily with the water’s rush.

Troubles vanish like smoke

In the crisp, cool air

Which teases the mountaintops.

Thoughts are free to wander aimlessly

While consuming enormous quantities

Of rich subject matter.

An all-elusive peace enters the dark,

Twisted inner recesses of the subconscious,

Bringing with it freshness and light.

Wild creatures scurry and flit about unconcerned,

As nature spins and weaves,

Displaying her enchanted magic.

An unspeakable sense of joy and well-being prevails,

Engulfing mere mortals,

Sealing the lips to silence,

For to speak might shatter the beautiful, fragile spell.

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