Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Two Stars
Across a sky of indigo blue
On a cold and lonely night
Two twinkling stars hung silently
Just out of each other's sight
Each star looking wistfully
At a moon that turned to blue
Wishing on another star
To find a love so true
Then came a comet across the sky
A sparkling flashing light
Causing the stars to spin about
On that cold and lonely night
The twinkling stars looked across the sky
They stared in star struck wonder
As if drawn by some greater force
They moved toward one another
Suspended in the heavens
The stars began to dance
Spinning ever gracefully
In a heavenly romance
Two twinkling stars in the heavens
Now shine as one sparkling light
Across a sky of indigo blue
Suspended in the night
-- Allison Chambers Coxsey
Definition of Success
To laugh often and love much;
to win respect of intelligent persons
and the affections of children;
to earn the approbation of honest critics
and endure the betrayal of false friends;
to appreciate beauty;
to find the best in others;
to give one's self;
to leave the world a little better,
whether by a healthy child, a garden patch,
or a redeemed social condition.;
to have played and laughed with enthusiasm,
and sung with exultation;
to know even one life has breathed easier
because you have lived --
this is to have succeeded.
[a variation of 'Success' by Bessie A Stanley (1904)
often erroneously attributed to R W Emerson]
to win respect of intelligent persons
and the affections of children;
to earn the approbation of honest critics
and endure the betrayal of false friends;
to appreciate beauty;
to find the best in others;
to give one's self;
to leave the world a little better,
whether by a healthy child, a garden patch,
or a redeemed social condition.;
to have played and laughed with enthusiasm,
and sung with exultation;
to know even one life has breathed easier
because you have lived --
this is to have succeeded.
[a variation of 'Success' by Bessie A Stanley (1904)
often erroneously attributed to R W Emerson]
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Broken Wings
The most beautiful word on the lips of mankind is the word “Mother,” and the most beautiful call is the call of “My mother.” it is a word full of hope and love, a sweet and kind word coming from the depths of the heart. The mother is every thing – she is our consolation in sorrow, our hope in misery, and our strength in weakness. She is the source of love, mercy, sympathy, and forgiveness. He who loses his mother loses a pure soul who blesses and guards him constantly.
Every thing in nature bespeaks the mother. The sun is the mother of earth and gives it its nourishment of hear; it never leaves the universe at night until it has put the earth to sleep to the song of the sea and the hymn of birds and brooks. And this earth is the mother of trees and flowers. It produces them, nurses them, and weans them. The trees and flowers become kind mothers of their great fruits and seeds. And the mother, the prototype of all existence, is the eternal spirit, full of beauty and love.
--- Kahlil Gibran
Monday, July 27, 2009
The Friend
There are lots and lots of people who are always asking things,
Like Dates and Pounds-and-ounces and names of funny Kings,
And the answer's always Sixpence or a Hundred Inches Long.
And I know they'll think me silly if I get the answer wrong.
So Pooh and I go whispering, and Pooh looks very bright,
And says, "Well, I say sixpence, but I don't suppose I'm right."
And then it doesn't matter what the answer ought to be,
'Cos if he's right, I'm Right, and if he's wrong, it isn't Me.