Saturday, December 30, 2006


For all life is a dream, and dreams themselves are only dreams.
-Pedro Calderon

Thursday, December 07, 2006

Amazing Grace ..

Amazing grace! (how sweet the sound)
That sav'd a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now am found,
Was blind, but now I see.
'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears reliev'd;
How precious did that grace appear,
The hour I first believ'd!

Thro' many dangers, toils and snares,
I have already come;
'Tis grace has brought me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home.

The Lord has promis'd good to me,
His word my hope secures;
He will my shield and portion be,
As long as life endures.

Yes, when this flesh and heart shall fail,
And mortal life shall cease;
I shall possess, within the veil,
A life of joy and peace.

The earth shall soon dissolve like snow,
The sun forbear to shine;
But God, who call'd me here below,
Will be forever mine.
-John Newton

Monday, December 04, 2006

Friday, December 01, 2006

Peace Begins with Me......

Peace begins with me
Starting over and breaking free.

Peace begins with me
Opening my eyes and beginning to see.

Peace begins with me
Curious about what I am going to be.

Peace begins with me
Knowing I no longer have to flee.

Peace begins with me
Having self dignity.

Peace begins with me
Taking on more responsibility.

Peace begins with me
Because peace is being happy.

And this is why peace begins with me!

-Richard D. Marco III

Beautifully Patterned....

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

reveal your secrets ......

"If you reveal your secrets to the wind, you should not blame the wind for revealing them to the trees"
-Kahlil Gibran

Friday, November 24, 2006

A morning-glory at my window ....

A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books.
-Walt Whitman

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

The Most Beautiful Flower..

The park bench was deserted as I sat down to read.
Beneath the long, straggly branches of an old willow tree.
Disillusioned by life with good reason to frown,
For the world was intent on dragging me down.

And if that weren't enough to ruin my day,
A young boy out of breath approached me, all tired from play.
He stood right before me with his head tilted down
And said with great excitement, "Look what I found!"

In his hand was a flower, and what a pitiful sight,
With its petals all worn - not enough rain, or too little light.
Wanting him to take his dead flower and go off to play,
I faked a small smile and then shifted away.

But instead of retreating he sat next to my side
And placed the flower to his nose
And declared with overacted surprise,
"It sure smells pretty and it's beautiful, too.
That's why I picked it; here, it's for you."

The weed before me was dying or dead.
Not vibrant of colors: orange, yellow or red.
But I knew I must take it, or he might never leave.
So I reached for the flower, and replied, "Just what I need."

But instead of him placing the flower in my hand,
He held it mid-air without reason or plan.
It was then that I noticed for the very first time
That weed-toting boy could not see: he was blind.

I heard my voice quiver; tears shone in the sun
As I thanked him for picking the very best one.
You're welcome," he smiled, and then ran off to play,
Unaware of the impact he'd had on my day.

I sat there and wondered how he managed to see
A self-pitying woman beneath an old willow tree.
How did he know of my self-indulged plight?
Perhaps from his heart, he'd been blessed with true sight.

Through the eyes of a blind child, at last I could see
The problem was not with the world; the problem was me.
And for all of those times I myself had been blind,
I vowed to see the beauty in life,
And appreciate every second that's mine.

And then I held that wilted flower up to my nose
And breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful rose
And smiled as I watched that young boy,
Another weed in his hand,
About to change the life of an unsuspecting old man
- Anonymous

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

your own sunshine....

Wherever you go, no matter what the weather, always bring your own sunshine.
-Anthony J. D'Angelo

Saturday, November 18, 2006

Just One...

Just One
By Anonymous

One song can spark a moment,
One flower can wake the dream.
One tree can start a forest,
One bird can herald spring.
One smile begins a friendship,
One handclasp lifts a soul.
One star can guide a ship at sea,
One word can frame the goal
One vote can change a nation,
One sunbeam lights a room
One candle wipes out darkness,
One laugh will conquer gloom.
One step must start each journey.
One word must start each prayer.
One hope will raise our spirits,
One touch can show you care.
One voice can speak with wisdom,
One heart can know what's true,

One life can make a difference,
You see, it's up to you!

Friday, November 17, 2006

And Joy is Everywhere...

- Rabindranath Tagore

And Joy is Everywhere
It is in the Earth's green covering of grass
In the blue serenity of the Sky
In the reckless exuberance of Spring
In the severe abstinence of gray Winter
In the Living flesh that animates our bodily frame
In the perfect poise of the Human figure, noble and upright
In Living
In the exercise of all our powers
In the acquisition of Knowledge
in fighting evils...
Joy is there Everywhere.

Thursday, November 16, 2006

something different.......

Discovery consists of looking at the same thing as everyone else does and thinking something different.
-- Albert Szent

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

little things..............

"Some times we take so much for granted and forget to appreciate the little things that make life complete.Perhaps they are not so little "

-Larry D

Saturday, November 11, 2006

but now it is the rain.....

But now it is the rain
Possesses us entirely, the twilight and the rain.
- Alun Lewis

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

To You

To You.
- Walt Whitman

STRANGER! if you, passing, meet me, and desire to speak to me, why should you
not speak to me?
And why should I not speak to you?

Tuesday, October 31, 2006

.......its fragrance still stays........

- Amy Lowell

Life is a stream
On which we strew
Petal by petal the flower of our heart;
The end lost in dream,
They float past our view,
We only watch their glad, early start.

Freighted with hope,
Crimsoned with joy,
We scatter the leaves of our opening rose;
Their widening scope,
Their distant employ,
We never shall know. And the stream as it flows
Sweeps them away,
Each one is gone
Ever beyond into infinite ways.
We alone stay
While years hurry on,
The flower fared forth, though its fragrance still stays.

Tuesday, October 24, 2006

Who knows....

Why do you look so familiar ?
I could swear that I have seen your face before
I think I like that you seem sincere
I think I'd like to get to know you
a little bit more

I think there's something more
Life's worth living for

Who knows what could happen
Do what you do
Just keep on laughing
One thing's true
There's always a brand new day
I'm gonna live today like it's my last day

How do you always have an opinion
And how do you always find
the best way to compromise
We don't need to have a reason
We don't need anything we're just wasting time

Find yourself
'cause I can't find you
Be yourself
Where are you ?
Find yourself
'cause I can't find you
Be yourself
Who are you ?

So you go and make it happens
Do your best
Just keep on laughing
I'm telling you
There's always a brand new day

-Avril Lavigne

Monday, October 23, 2006


Happiness is not having what you want, but wanting what you have.
-- Rabbi H. Schachtel

A year whose days are long.

I know not whether Laws be right,
Or whether Laws be wrong;
All that we know who be in jail
Is that the wall is strong;
And that each day is like a year,
A year whose days are long.
-Oscar Wilde

Thursday, October 19, 2006

A Character

A Character Analysis

I marvel how Nature could ever find space For so many strange contrasts in one human face: There's thought and no thought, and there's paleness and bloom And bustle and sluggishness, pleasure and gloom. There's weakness, and strength both redundant and vain; Such strength as, if ever affliction and pain Could pierce through a temper that's soft to disease, Would be rational peace--a philosopher's ease. There's indifference, alike when he fails or succeeds, And attention full ten times as much as there needs; Pride where there's no envy, there's so much of joy; And mildness, and spirit both forward and coy. There's freedom, and sometimes a diffident stare Of shame scarcely seeming to know that she's there, There's virtue, the title it surely may claim, Yet wants heaven knows what to be worthy the name. This picture from nature may seem to depart, Yet the Man would at once run away with your heart; And I for five centuries right gladly would be Such an odd such a kind happy creature as he.
-William WordsWorth

Saturday, October 14, 2006

Saturday, October 07, 2006

Flowers are happy things


Life is made up of small pleasures. Happiness is made up of those tiny successes. The big ones come too infrequently. And if you don't collect all these tiny successes, the big ones don't really mean anything.
-Lear Norman

Thursday, October 05, 2006

To love beauty is to see light.

To love beauty is to see light.
-Victor Hugo

Beautiful fall....

"No spring, nor summer beauty hath such grace
As I have seen in one autumnal face"

—John Donne