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Life is like music, it must be composed by ear, feeling and instinct, not by rule. Nevertheless one had better know the rules, for they sometimes guide in doubtful cases, though not often.

— Samuel Butler
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Footsteps To Live By

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There are those times that come along,

When things just don't go right,

When fairness seems to slip away,

And wrong things fill our sight.

 

Sometimes it's hard for us to see,

Beyond the hurt we feel.

It's hard to see the blessings too,

And know that they are real.

 

Because the heavy loads you have

Weigh more at times like these,

I ask if I may carry too,

And offer with a "Please."

 

I want to make a difference though,

To bring a smile this day,

And maybe if by writing this,

A smile will come your way.

 

So hold your chin up strong and proud,

Cause it's the thing to do,

And know that I'll be standing near,

Because I AM one with you!

 

~James O'Brien

Slow Dance

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Slow Dance

Have you ever watched kids
On a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain
Slapping on the ground?

Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?

You better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.

Do you run through each day
On the fly?
When you ask, "How are you?"
Do you hear the reply?

When the day is done
Do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores
Running through your head?

You'd better slow down
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.

Ever told your child,
We'll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste,
Not see his sorrow?

Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time
To call and say, "Hi"

You'd better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.

When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift ...
Thrown away.

Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over.

- Author Unknown

 

Abou Ben Adhem

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Abou Ben Adhem
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James Henry Leigh Hunt (1784-1859)

 

Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,
And saw, within the moonlight in his room,
Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom,
An angel writing in a book of gold.
Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold,
And to the Presence in the room he said,
"What writest thou?" The vision raised its head,
And with a look made of all sweet accord
Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord."
"And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,"
Replied the Angel. Abou spoke more low,
But cheerily still; and said, "I pray thee, then,
Write me as one that loves his fellow-men."

 

The Angel wrote, and vanished. The next night
It came again with a great wakening light,
And showed the names whom love of God had blessed,
And, lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest!

Our Angel's Light

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by Joseph Pio Asterita

 

Radiant points of crystal light guiding, loving through the night.

Wonderous beauty circles so bright joyous, laughing, our soul's delight.

For you are our beacon, loving power, saying "You can discover your trueness, being alive, peace, fullness, loving and life"

At one with God, at one with life our radiant points of crystal light.

If

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If
by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

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