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Come To The Edge

“Come to the edge.”

“We can’t. We’re afraid.”

“Come to the edge.”

“We can’t. We will fall!”

“Come to the edge.”

And they came.

And he pushed them.

And they flew.

By – Guillaume Apollinaire


 I’ll Paint You A Rainbow

I’ll paint you a rainbow to hang on the wall,

to brighten your heart when the gray shadows fall.

On a canvas of joy outlasting the years,

with a soft brush of sweetness to dry all your tears.

I’ll paint you a rainbow with colors of smiles

That glow with sincerity over the miles.

On a palette of words I will tenderly blend

Tones into treasures of sunlight and wind.

I’ll paint you a rainbow that reaches so wide,

Your sights and your sorrows will vanish inside,

And deep in the center of each different hue,

A memory fashioned especially for you.

So lift up your eyes, for suspended above,

A rainbow designed by the fingers of love…

 By – Grace E. Easley 


Don’t Quit

 When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,

When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill,

When the funds are low and the debts are high,

And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,

When care is pressing you down a bit,

Rest, if you must, but don’t you quit.

Life is queer with its twists and turns,

As every one of us sometimes learns,

And many a failure turns about,

When he might have won had he stuck it out;

Don’t give up though the pace seems slow–

You may succeed with another blow.

Often the goal is nearer than,

It seems to a faint and faltering man,

Often the struggler has given up,

When he might have captured the victor’s cup,

And he learned too late when the night slipped down,

How close he was to the golden crown.

Success is failure turned inside out–

The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,

And you never can tell how close you are,

It may be near when it seems so far,

So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit–

It’s when things seem worst that you must not quit.

By – Unknown Author


Everything I Needed

 I asked for strength and

God gave me difficulties to make me strong.

I asked for wisdom and

God gave me problems to solve.

I asked for prosperity and

God gave me brawn and brains to work.

I asked for courage and

God gave me dangers to overcome.

I asked for patience and

God placed me in situations where I was forced to wait.

I asked for love and

God gave me troubled people to help.

I asked for favors and

God gave me opportunities.

I received nothing I wanted

I received everything I needed.

My prayers have all been answered.


The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I –

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

By – Robert Frost


It’s The Journey That’s Important

Life, sometimes so wearying

Is worth its weight in gold

The experience of traveling

Lends a wisdom that is old

Beyond our ‘living memory’

A softly spoken prayer:

 “It’s the journey that’s important,

Not the getting there!”

Ins and outs and ups and downs

Life’s road meanders aimlessly?

Or so it seems, but somehow

Leads us where we need to be,

And being simply human

We oft question and compare…

“Is the journey so important

Or the getting there?”

And thus it’s always been

That question pondered down the ages

By simple men with simple ways

To wise and ancient sages…

How sweet then, quietly knowing

Reaching destination fair:

“It’s the journey that’s important,

Not the getting there!”

By John McLeod


The World Is Against Me

“The world is against me,” he said with a sigh.

“Somebody stops every scheme that I try.

The world has me down and it’s keeping me there;

I don’t get a chance. Oh, the world is unfair!

When a fellow is poor then he can’t get a show;

The world is determined to keep him down low.”

“What of Abe Lincoln?” I asked. “Would you say

That he was much richer than you are to-day?

He hadn’t your chance of making his mark,

And his outlook was often exceedingly dark;

Yet he clung to his purpose with courage most grim

And he got to the top. Was the world against him?”

“What of Ben Franklin? I’ve oft heard it said

That many a time he went hungry to bed.

He started with nothing but courage to climb,

But patiently struggled and waited his time.

He dangled awhile from real poverty’s limb,

Yet he got to the top. Was the world against him?

“I could name you a dozen, yes, hundreds, I guess,

Of poor boys who’ve patiently climbed to success;

All boys who were down and who struggled alone,

Who’d have thought themselves rich if your fortune they’d known;

Yet they rose in the world you’re so quick to condemn,

And I’m asking you now, was the world against them?”

By Edgar A. Guest


I’ll Sit Here And Pray

So I’ll sit here now and I’ll pray to You

(‘though I can’t really say why),

as the walls collapse around me

and my loved ones suffer and die,

and my health gives way and bills pile up

and time slips too quickly past,

as I count all the joys life’s denied me,

and those that didn’t last.

I’ll offer You thanks, my Creator,

for the gifts You’ve yet to repeal;

for walking and vision and laughter,

for music, and dreams that seem real,

for people who love me and seasons that change,

for my body’s own memories of love,

and I’ll sit here and pray in the darkness,

for all the good it does.

By Veronica A. Shoffstall


Precious Gifts 

Yesterday a butterfly

Came floating gently through the sky.

He soared up through the atmosphere

Then drifted close enough to hear.

I said, “I’d love to fly with you

And sail around the way you do.

It looks like it would be such fun

To fly up toward the summer sun.

But I have not your graceful charm.

I haven’t wings, just these two arms.

I’ve been designed to walk around.

My human feet must touch the ground.

Then magically he spoke to me

and told me what his wish would be.

He said, “What I’d love most to do

Is walk upon God’s Earth with you,

To squish its mud between my toes

Or touch my finger to my nose.

I’d love just once to walk around

With human feet to touch the ground,

But I have not two legs that swing,

I haven’t arms, just these two wings.”

And so we went our separate ways

In wonder and surprise.

For we’d both seen God’s precious gifts

Through someone else’s eyes.


 Things Work Out

Because it rains when we wish it wouldn’t,

Because men do what they often shouldn’t,

Because crops fail, and plans go wrong

Some of us grumble all day long.

But somehow, in spite of the care and doubt,

It seems at last that things work out.

Because we lose where we hoped to gain,

Because we suffer a little pain,

Because we must work when we’d like to play

Some of us whimper along life’s way.

But somehow, as day always follows the night,

Most of our troubles work out all right.

Because we cannot forever smile,

Because we must trudge in the dust awhile,

Because we think that the way is long

Some of us whimper that life’s all wrong.

But somehow we live and our sky grows bright,

And everything seems to work out all right.

So bend to your trouble and meet your care,

For the clouds must break, and the sky grow fair.

Let the rain come down, as it must and will,

But keep on working and hoping still.

For in spite of the grumblers who stand about,

Somehow, it seems, all things work out.

By Edgar A. Guest


What God Hath Promised

God hath not promised

Skies always blue,

Flower-strewn pathways

All our lives through;

God hath not promised

 Sun without rain,

Joy without sorrow,

Peace without pain.

But God hath promised

Strength for the day,

Rest for the labor,

Light for the way,

Grace for the trials,

Help from above,

Unfailing sympathy,

Undying love.

By – Annie Johnson Flint


  The Smile Virus

Smiling is infectious,

you catch it like the flu,

When someone smiled at me today,

I started smiling too.

I passed around the corner

and someone saw my grin

When he smiled I realized

I’d passed it on to him .

I thought about that smile

then I realized its worth,

A single smile, just like mine

could travel round the earth.

So, if you feel a smile begin,

don’t leave it undetected

Let’s start an epidemic quick,

and get the world infected!

By – Russell H. Conwell 


Judge Gently

 Pray don’t find fault with the man who limps

or stumbles along the road,

unless you have worn the shoes he wears

or struggled beneath his load.

There may be tacks in his shoes that hurt,

though hidden away from view,

or the burden he bears, placed on your back

might cause you to stumble too.

Don’t sneer at the man who’s down today

unless you have felt the blow

that caused his fall or felt the shame

that only the fallen know.

You may be strong, but still the blows

that were his if dealt to you,

in the selfsame way, at the selfsame time,

might cause you to stagger too.

Don’t be too harsh with the man who sins

or pelt him with word or stone,

unless you are sure, yea, doubly sure,

that you have no sins of your own –

for you know perhaps if the tempters voice

should whisper as softly to you

as it did to him when he went astray,

it might cause you to stumble too.

By – Author Unknown 


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