HOW TO BE RICH
(In all the ways that matter most)
Always take time for...
Big Smiles. Sunday mornings. Long walks.
Warm appreciation. Precious memories. Things
that bring a sense of joy to your heart. Stay in touch...
With people who will always mean so much.
Find a way to...
Be good to yourself (really good.)
Build the bridges that will take you everywhere
you've ever wanted to go. Write out your own
definition of success, and then do your absolute best
to make that story come true. Get closer and closer
to the summit of every mountain you've ever wanted
to climb. Make the most... of your moment...
of this moment in time.
Make plans to...
Slow down the days. Find your perfect pace.
Be strong enough. Be gentle enough.
Reap the sweet rewards that will come from
all the good things you do and all the great things
you give. Keep things in perspective.
Remember to...
Invest wisely in the best riches of all.
Share invaluable words over warm cups in quiet places.
Treasure time spent in heart-to-heart conversations.
Laugh a lot. Work it all out. Move ahead every worry.
Move beyond any sorrows. Have yourself a wealth of
beautiful tomorrows.
And (last, but not least,)
Never underestimate the power of...
Friendship. Family. Chocolate.
And love.
[Douglas Pagels]
Saturday, May 17, 2008
HOPE'S SONG
I hear it singing, singing sweetly,
Softly in an undertone, -
Singing as if God had taught it,
"It is better farther on!"
Night and day it sings the same song,
Sings it while I sit down,
Sings so that the heart may hear it,
"It is better farther on!"
Sits upon the grave and sings it,
Sings it when the heart would groan,
Sings it when the shadows darken,
"It is better farther on!"
Farther on? Oh, how much farther?
Count the milestone one by one -
No, not counting, only trusting,
"It is better farther on!'
[Anonymous]
I hear it singing, singing sweetly,
Softly in an undertone, -
Singing as if God had taught it,
"It is better farther on!"
Night and day it sings the same song,
Sings it while I sit down,
Sings so that the heart may hear it,
"It is better farther on!"
Sits upon the grave and sings it,
Sings it when the heart would groan,
Sings it when the shadows darken,
"It is better farther on!"
Farther on? Oh, how much farther?
Count the milestone one by one -
No, not counting, only trusting,
"It is better farther on!'
[Anonymous]
THE TIDE WILL WIN
On the far reef the breakers
Recoil in shattered foam,
While still the sea behind them
Urges its forces home;
Its song of triumph surges
O'er all the thunderous din,
The wave may break in failure;
But the tide is sure to win!
The reef is strong and cruel;
Upon its jagged wall
One wave, a score, a hundred,
Broken and beaten fall;
Yet in defeat they conquer,
The sea comes flooding in,
Wave upon wave it routed,
But the tide is sure to win.
O mighty sea! thy message
In clanging spray is cast;
Within God's plan of progress
It matters not at last
How wide the shores of evil,
How strong the reefs of sin,
The wave may be defeated,
But the tide is sure to win!
[Priscilla Leonard]
On the far reef the breakers
Recoil in shattered foam,
While still the sea behind them
Urges its forces home;
Its song of triumph surges
O'er all the thunderous din,
The wave may break in failure;
But the tide is sure to win!
The reef is strong and cruel;
Upon its jagged wall
One wave, a score, a hundred,
Broken and beaten fall;
Yet in defeat they conquer,
The sea comes flooding in,
Wave upon wave it routed,
But the tide is sure to win.
O mighty sea! thy message
In clanging spray is cast;
Within God's plan of progress
It matters not at last
How wide the shores of evil,
How strong the reefs of sin,
The wave may be defeated,
But the tide is sure to win!
[Priscilla Leonard]
THE ARROW
The life of men
Is an arrow's flight,
Out of darkness
Into light,
And out of the light
Into darkness again;
Perhaps to pleasure,
Perhaps to pain.
There must be Something,
Above, or below;
Something unseen
A mighty Bow,
A Hand that tires not,
A sleepless Eye
That sees the arrow
Fly, and fly;
One who knows
Why we live - and die.
[Richard Henry Stoddard]
The life of men
Is an arrow's flight,
Out of darkness
Into light,
And out of the light
Into darkness again;
Perhaps to pleasure,
Perhaps to pain.
There must be Something,
Above, or below;
Something unseen
A mighty Bow,
A Hand that tires not,
A sleepless Eye
That sees the arrow
Fly, and fly;
One who knows
Why we live - and die.
[Richard Henry Stoddard]
LITTLE ROADS TO HAPPINESS
The little roads to happiness,
they are not hard to find;
They do not lead to great success -
but to a quiet mind.
They do not lead to mighty power,
nor to substantial wealth.
They bring one to a book, a flower,
a song of cheer and health.
The little roads to happiness
are free to everyone;
They lead one to the wind's caress,
to kiss of friendly sun.
These little roads are shining white,
for all the world to see;
Their sign-boards, pointing left and right,
are love and sympathy.
The little roads of happiness have this
most charming way;
No matter how they may digress throughout
the busy day;
No matter where they twist and wind
through fields of rich delight,
They're always of the self same mind to
lead us home at night.
[Wilhelmina Stitch]
The little roads to happiness,
they are not hard to find;
They do not lead to great success -
but to a quiet mind.
They do not lead to mighty power,
nor to substantial wealth.
They bring one to a book, a flower,
a song of cheer and health.
The little roads to happiness
are free to everyone;
They lead one to the wind's caress,
to kiss of friendly sun.
These little roads are shining white,
for all the world to see;
Their sign-boards, pointing left and right,
are love and sympathy.
The little roads of happiness have this
most charming way;
No matter how they may digress throughout
the busy day;
No matter where they twist and wind
through fields of rich delight,
They're always of the self same mind to
lead us home at night.
[Wilhelmina Stitch]
PROFIT AND LOSS
I counted dollars while God counted crosses;
I counted gains while He counted losses!
I counted my worth by things gained in the Store,
But He sized me up by the scars that I bore;
I coveted honors and sought for degrees;
He wept as He counted the hours on my knees.
And I never knew till one day by a grave
How vain are the things that we spend life to save.
I did not yet know until Jim went above
That richest is he who is rich in God's love!
[Anonymous]
I counted dollars while God counted crosses;
I counted gains while He counted losses!
I counted my worth by things gained in the Store,
But He sized me up by the scars that I bore;
I coveted honors and sought for degrees;
He wept as He counted the hours on my knees.
And I never knew till one day by a grave
How vain are the things that we spend life to save.
I did not yet know until Jim went above
That richest is he who is rich in God's love!
[Anonymous]
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