Saturday, September 20, 2008
MY MIRACLE How does one measure a miracle?
What kind of gauge does one use?
Should miracles be stupendous and grand,
Breathtaking, enormous, and huge?
Must the colors be vivid and shockingly bright?
What volume of sound should one hear?
Are miracles crafted of pure solid gold,
Or fashioned of jewels so dear?
How will I know if I've seen one?
Will there be angels flying around?
Will the sun be brilliantly shining?
Will I see stars and a moon beaming down?
Where do I look for my miracle?
How will I know one is near?
A simple answer then came to me,
"Dear child, just look in a mirror."
The differenceI got up early one morning and rushed right into the day;
I had so much to accomplish, I didn't have time to pray.
Problems just tumbled about me and grew heavier with each task;
Why doesn't God help me, I wondered; He answered, "You didn't ask."
I wanted to see joy and beauty, but the day toiled on, gray and bleak;
I wondered why God didn't show me - He said, "But you didn't seek."
I tried to come into God's presence; I used all my keys at the lock;
God gently and lovingly chided, "My child, you didn't knock."
I woke up early this morning and paused before entering the day;
I had so much to accomplish that I had to take time to pray.
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Sunday, May 11, 2008
If you feel proud of your past, its pride.
If you feel proud of your present, its complacent.
If you feel proud of your future, its ignorance.
Got FOOD we eat!! Got TIME we sleep!!
Got ROUTE we run!! Got POOL we swim!!
Got BIKE... eh... got bike then say lah.... :P
Go straight! Turn Left!! Walk three steps!!!
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Friday, May 9, 2008
Fate quotes“Meeting you was fate, becoming your friend was a choice, but falling in love with you I had no control over.”
“You often meet your fate on the road you take to avoid it”
“If you do not create your destiny, you will have your fate inflicted upon you”
“It is what a man thinks of himself that really determines his fate.”
“Whatever limits us, we call Fate”
“Fate leads the willing and drags along the unwilling.”
If you can’t change your fate, change your attitude.
Man’s character is his fate.
Fate is for those too weak to determine their own destiny.
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Thursday, May 8, 2008
CIRCLE OF FRIENDS A ball is a circle,
No beginning, no end.
It keeps us together
Like our Circle of Friends
But the treasure inside
for you to see
is the treasure of friendship
You've granted to me.
Today I pass the friendship ball to you.
Pass it on to someone who is a friend to you.....
Old VS NewTimes have changed and you are changing
Times are changing and you have changed
Old becoming New and New becoming Old
The dichotomy of evolution is mind bending.
Can you keep up with the changes you go through?
Fight against it. Go with the flow.
Or seek some balance that does not exist but is an illusion of your desire to reconcile the conflict that is living.
Either way, you choose to change or remain the same.
Old becoming New and New becoming Old
Change for the sake of change or not at all.
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Friday, April 18, 2008
Lost, Alone and ColdYou told me you loved me, I told you that too,
The only difference was what i said was true.
I'm living for you though you've made me feel dead,
The sun doesnt shine and there's rain on my bed.
I love you so much yet i hate what you've done,
My heart was the target and you were the gun.
My smile isnt real, im lost in the past,
I cant face tomorrow, how long will this last?
I'm an unfinished puzzle, coz one piece is gone,
You are that piece, with no other puzzle you belong.
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Saturday, February 23, 2008
A CUT FINGER A cut finger is numb before it bleeds
it bleeds before it hurts
it hurts until it begins to heal
it forms a scab and itches
until finally, the scab is gone
and a small scar is left
where once there was a wound.
Grief is the deepest wound
you ever had.
Like a cut finger
it goes through stages
and leaves a scar.
~~ Author Unknown ~~
WHEN I MUST LEAVE YOU When I must leave you for a little while
Please do not grieve and shed wild tears
And hug your sorrow to you through the years.
But start out bravely with a gallant smile;
And for my sake and in my name
Live on and do all things the same,
Feed not your loneliness on empty days,
But fill each waking hour in useful ways,
Reach out your hand in comfort and in cheer
And I in turn will comfort you And hold you near;
And never, never be afraid to die,
For I am waiting for you in the sky!
- Anonymous
MISS ME - BUT LET ME GO When I come to the end of the road
And the sun has set for me
I want no rites in a gloom-filled room.
Why cry for a soul set free?
Miss me a little--but not too long
And not with your head bowed low.
Remember the love that we once shared
Miss me--but let me go.
For this is a journey that we all must take
And each must go alone. It's all a part of the Master's plan
A step on the road to home.
When you are lonely and sick of heart
Go to the friends we know
And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds.
Miss Me - But Let me Go!
~~ Author Unknown ~~
I'M STILL HERE Friend, please don't mourn for me
I'm still here, though you don't see.
I'm right by your side each night and day
and within your heart I long to stay.
My body is gone but I'm always near.
I'm everything you feel, see or hear.
My spirit is free, but I'll never depart
as long as you keep me alive in your heart.
I'll never wander out of your sight-
I'm the brightest star on a summer night.
I'll never be beyond your reach-
I'm the warm moist sand when you're at the beach.
I'm the colorful leaves when fall comes around
and the pure white snow that blankets the ground.
I'm the beautiful flowers of which you're so fond,
The clear cool water in a quiet pond.
I'm the first bright blossom you'll see in the spring,
The first warm raindrop that April will bring.
I'm the first ray of light when the sun starts to shine,
and you'll see that the face in the moon is mine.
When you start thinking there's no one to love you,
you can talk to me through the Lord above you.
I'll whisper my answer through the leaves on the trees,
and you'll feel my presence in the soft summer breeze.
I'm the hot salty tears that flow when you weep
and the beautiful dreams that come while you sleep.
I'm the smile you see on a baby's face.
Just look for me, friend, I'm everyplace!
~~Author Unknown
A POEM FOR THE GRIEVING...Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die...
- Anonymous
SHE sleeps—and I see through a shadowy haze,
Where the hopes of the past and the dreams that I cherished
In the sunlight of brighter and happier days,
As the mists of the morning, have faded and perished.
She sleeps—and will waken to bless me no more;
Her life has died out like the gleam on the river,
And the bliss that illumined my bosom of yore
Has fled from its dwelling for ever and ever.
I had thought in this life not to travel alone,
I had hoped for a mate in my joys and my sorrow—
But the face of my idol is colder than stone,
And my path will be lonely without her to-morrow.
I was hoping to bask in the light of her smile
When Fortune and Fame with their laurels had crown’d me—
But the fire in her eyes has been dying the while,
And the thorns of affliction are planted around me.
There are those that may vent all their grief in their tears
And weep till the past is away in the distance;
But this wreck of the dream of my sunshiny years
Will hang like a cloud o’er the rest of existence.
In the depth of my soul she shall ever remain;
My thoughts, like the angels, shall hover about her;
For our hearts have been reft and divided in pain
And what is this world to be left in without her?
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I STOOD BY YOUR BEDI stood by your bed last night, I came to have a peep.
I could see that you were crying, you found it hard to sleep.
I whined to you softly as you brushed away a tear,
"It's me, I haven't left you, I'm well, I'm fine, I'm here."
I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour the tea, you were thinking of the many times your hands reached down to me.
I was with you at the shops today, your arms were getting sore. I longed to take your parcels, I wish I could do more.
I was with you at my grave today, you tend it with such care. I want to reassure you, that I'm not lying there.
I walked with you towards the house, as you fumbled for your key. I gently put my paw on you, I smiled and said "it's me."
You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair.
I tried so hard to let you know, that I was standing there.
It's possible for me to be so near you every day.
To say to you with certainty, "I never went away."
You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew ... in the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you.
The day is over... I smile and watch you yawning
and say "goodnight, God bless, I'll see you in the morning."
And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide,
I'll rush across to greet you and we'll stand, side by side.
I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see. Be patient, live your journey out ... then come home to be with me.
~~Author Unknown~~
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