The Grace Of Flowers Sue Coppernoll Gladiolas in a white vase,their magenta faces shiningin early morning lightstreaming through a windowpanespeckled with last night's raindrops,bring me to wakefulness,adoration, and hope.Another volley of blossomunfolds atop their stems,assuring me that on the morrowI shall yet have their company.Breathing gratitude,I pour cool water from a crystal pitcherinto the vasewith a devout prayer:"May my life also unfoldin radiance and in beauty."I return the flowersto a corner of the hearth,knowing I am ready, now,for what the day may bring. Have a Great Day Hugsss Don
Hugs There's nothing like the feeling Of someone dear to you Giving warm and tender hugs No substitute will do A hug of greeting quick and firm Is also just as good The little squeeze of pleasure feeling Everybody should A hug can be consoling To someone down and sad A simple hug with no words spoke Will make the person glad A child will hug his parents A person hugs his pet Two marrieds hug each other And friends when they have met A hug is usually held between Two people, that is true But hugs are things that should be shared Even by more than two The feeling of two loving arms Wrapped cozily around There is not any better sense That ever could be found (c)"Amalthea Celebras" K.C. Fahel 8 April 1992 Have a great dayHugssssssssssDon
The Dew Drop Peter Hughes As the sun rose, a dew drop became aware of its surroundings. There it sat on a leaf, catching the sunlight and throwing it back out. Proud of its simple beauty, it was very content. Around it were other dew drops, some on the same leaf and some on other leaves round about. The dew drop was sure that it was the best, the most special dew drop of them all.Ah, it was good to be a dew drop.The wind rose and the plant began to shake, tipping the leaf. Terror gripped the dew drop as gravity pulled it towards the edge of the leaf, towards the unknown. Why? Why was this happening? Things were comfortable. Things were safe. Why did they have to change? Why? Why?The dew drop reached the edge of the leaf. It was terrified, certain that it would be smashed into a thousand pieces below, sure that this was the end. The day had only just begun and the end had come so quickly. It seemed so unfair. It seemed so meaningless. It tried desperately to do whatever it could to cling to the leaf, but it was no use.Finally, it let go, surrendering to the pull of gravity. Down, down it fell. Below there seemed to be a mirror. A reflection of itself seemed to be coming up to meet the dew drop. Closer and closer they came together until finally...And then the fear transformed into deep joy as the tiny dew drop merged with the vastness that was the pond. Now the dew drop was no more, but it was not destroyed.It had become one with the whole.Have a great DayHugssssssssssDon
Butterflies by K.C. Fahel I crawl alone along the ground I creep along my way I look up and I see the sky I wish so hard that I can fly And soar above the day I'm shadowed by the swaying grass And leaves on plants and trees Between them all I see the sun I dream of all the wondrous fun Of flying on the breeze I'm thinking that I'm all alone When I discover here Some others who, all just like me Just wishing that they too were free To find compassion near They notice me, I notice them We soar up to the skies We glide on love's uplifting air Within the kindness that we all share We've become butterfliesHave A great DayHugsssssssDon
This MomentI may never see tomorrow,there is no written guarantee.And things that happened yesterday,belong to History.I cannot predict the future,I cannot change the past.I have just the present moment,I must treat it as my last.I must use this moment wisely,for it will soon pass away.And be lost to me forever,as part of yesterday. I must exercise compassion,help the fallen to their feet.Be a friend unto the friendless,make an empty life complete The unkind things I do today,may never be undone.And friendship that I fail to win,may never more be won. I may not have another chanceon bended knees to pray.And thank God with humble heart,for giving me this day.Have A great DayHugsssssssDon
Changing Places by Sandy Romer I was walking in a field what a sight to see Flowers with beautiful faces all staring back at me I walked down the rows many different flowers that did grow Some were tall and stood erect Others were small poor nourishment I suspect Some had faces bright that pointed toward the sun Others were sad for I fear they had none The tall swayed back and forth in the summer breeze supported by sturdy roots and healthy leaves Yet others were small and were lying on the ground from roots that grew shallow and their stems were not sound A farmer approached off came his hat and with a sigh Off to market the beauties to for people to buy The flowers that remained the ones left for dead their stems were supported and their roots carefully fed In no time at all their faces did shine It's never too late to grow even when you are blind. Have A great DayHugssssssssDon
