Inspiration

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We squander Health

In search of Wealth.

We scheme and toil and save;

Then squander Wealth

In search of Health,

And all we get's a grave.

We live and boast of what we own

We die and only get a stone.

~Anonymous

(Really?  Maybe we should rethink this!~JC)

The Oak Tree  
by Johnny Ray Ryder Jr.

A mighty wind blew night and day.

It stole the oak tree's leaves away,

Then snapped its boughs and pulled its bark

Until the oak was tired and stark.

But still the oak tree held its ground

While other trees fell all around.

The weary wind gave up and spoke,

"How can you still be standing, Oak?

The oak tree said, "I know that you

Can break each branch of mine in two,

Carry every leaf away,

Shake my limbs, and make me sway.

But I have roots stretched in the earth,

Growing stronger since my birth.

You'll never touch them, for you see,

They are the deepest part of me.

Until today, I wasn't sure

Of just how much I could endure.

But now I've found, with thanks to you,

I'm stronger than I ever knew."


Poverty

Who walks beside a rosebud
And does not sense its bloom
Its lovely form and color,
Its delicate perfume;

Who walks beneath the heavens
And does not see the sky,
The sunrise and the sunset,
The tints that glow and die;

Who treads a rural pathway
And never hears a bird,
Nor notes the trembling grasses
A passing breeze has stirred;

Who dwells among his fellows,
And sees them pass his door,
Nor ever hears their heartbeats-
Is pitifully poor.
~Anonymous

Give Me

Give me work to do
Give me health,
Give me joy in simple things,
Give me an eye for beauty,
A tongue for truth,
A heart that loves, 
A mind that reasons,
A sympathy that understands.
Give me neither malice nor envy,
But a true kindness
And a noble common sense.
At the close of each day
Give me a book
And a friend with whom
I can be silent.
~S.M. Frazier

At Days End

By John Hall

Is anybody happier because you passed his way?

Does anyone remember that you spoke to him today?

The day is almost over, and its toiling time is through

Is there anyone to utter now a kindly word of you?

Can you say tonight in parting, with the day that’s slipping fast,

That you helped a single brother, of the many that you passed?

Is a single heart rejoicing over what you did or said?

Does the man whose hopes were fading, now with courage look ahead?

Did you waste the day or lose it, was it well or sorely spent?

Did you leave a trail of kindness, or a scar of discontent?

As you close your eyes in slumber, do you think that you can say

You have earned one more tomorrow, by the work you did today?

"We can't be anything we want, but we can be everything we are." ~Unknown