A Time To Believe
To believe is to know that every day is a new beginning.
It is to trust that miracles happen, and dreams really do come true.
To believe is to see angels dancing among the clouds, to know the wonder of a stardust sky and the wisdom of the man in the moon.
To believe is to embrace the value of a nurturing heart, the innocence of a child’s eyes and the beauty of an aging hand, for it is through their teachings we learn how to love.
To believe is to find the strength and courage that lives within us when it is time to pick up the pieces and begin again.To believe is to know we are never alone, that life is a gift and this is our time to cherish it.
To believe is to know that wonderful surprises are just waiting to happen, and all our hopes and dreams are within reach …. If only we believe…
When I Have Fears
When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain
Before high piled books, in charactry,
Hold like rich garners the full ripen’d grain;
When I behold, upon the night’s starr’d face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And think that I may never live to trace,
their shadows with the magic hand of chance;
And when I feel, fair creature of an hour,
That I shall never look upon thee more,
Never have relish in the fairy power
Of unreflecting love; then on the shore
of the wide world I stand alone, and think
Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.
I am a part of all that I have met,
All experience is an arch wherethrough,
Gleams that untraveled world whose margin fades
Forever and forever when I move.
How dull it is to pause - to make an end
To rust unburnished, not to shine in use
As though to breathe were life..
Look to this day
For it is life
The very life of life
In its brief course lie all
The realities and verities of existence
The bliss of growth
The splendor of action
The glory of power
For yesterday is but dream
And tomorrow is only vision
But today, well lived,
Makes every yesterday a dream of happiness
And tomorrow a vision of hope
Look well, therefore, to this day
Nobody knows what a child will be
And the world must wait and see
For every person in an honored place
Is a child that used to be
You know a dream is like a river
Ever changing as it flows
And the dreamer is just a vessel
That must follow where it goes
Trying to learn from what’s behind
Never knowing what is in store
Makes each day a constant battle
Just to stay between the shores
And I will sail my vessel
Till the river runs dry
Like a bird upon the wind
These waters are my sky
I will never reach my destination
If I never try
So I will sail my vessel
Till the river runs dry
Too many times we stand aside
And let the water slip away
Till what we put off till tomorrow
Has now become today
So don’t you sit upon the shoreline
And say you are satisfied
Choose to chance the rapids
And dare to dance the tide
Yes I will sail my vessel
Till the river runs dry
Like a bird upon the wind
These waters are my sky
Rainbows - Maya Angelou
- Just when it looked like the sun would not shine anymore
I saw a rainbow in the clouds
- Remember why you got into your career - to do good.
- Being a rainbow can help you enjoy success
- Be careful when a naked person offers you a shirt
Trust people who love themselves
- Poetry is a rainbow
- Rainbows are powerful, beautiful, magical and necessary
- All my conscious life and energy have been dedicated to the lifting of the human spirit by allowing myself to be a rainbow.
An 85 years old man after learning that he is dying :
If I had my life to live over again, I’d try to make more mistakes next time. I wouldn’t be so perfect. I would relax more. I’d limber up. I would be sillier than I have been on this trip. In fact, I know very few things that I would take so seriously. I would be crazier.
I would take more chances, take more trips, climb more mountains, swim more rivers, go more places, eat more ice cream.
I would have more actual troubles and fewer imaginary ones!
I was one of those people who lived prophylactically and sensibly and sanely hour after hour and day after day. I have had my moments and if I had it to do over I would have more of those moments .. moment by moment.
If I had it to do over I would start barefoot earlier in the Spring and stay way later in the Fall. I would ride more merry-go-rounds, watch more sunrises and play with more children.
Nothing in the world can take the place of persistence. Talent will not; nothing is more common than unsuccessful men with talent. Genius will not; unrewarded genius is almost a proverb. Education will not; the world is full of educated derelicts. Persistence and determination alone are omnipotent. The slogan "Press on" has solved and always will solve the problems of the human race.
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of God. Your playing small doesn't serve the world.
There's nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you.
We are born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us.
It is not just in some of us, it's in everyone.
And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others
Desire and Sensibility - Mount Everest
"attempting to climb Everest is an intrinsically irrational act - a triumph of desire over sensibility. Any person who would seriously consider it is almost by definition beyond the sway of reasoned argument.".
Making The Sun Run
Now therefore, while the youthful hue
Sits on thy skin like morning dew,
And while thy willing soul transpires
At every pore with instant fires,
Now let us sport us while we may,
And now, like amorous birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour
Than languish in his slow-chapped power.
Let us roll all our strength and all
Our sweetness up into one ball,
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Through the iron gates of life:
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.
An Ally against the fall
Am I bound by these chains?
Or do I cling to them as I span the abyss?
I speak now and truly:
I would rather release my hold, perchance to fly
Than grasp fear by the hand as an ally against the fall.
"All people dream; but not equally.
Those who dream by night
In the dusty recesses of their minds
Wake in the day to find that it was vanity.
But the dreamers of the day
Are the dangerous people,
For they may act their dream
With open eyes to make it possible."
-T. E. Lawrence
(Sonnet from Romeo and Juliet)
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou are more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair some time declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st.
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
THEN said Almitra, Speak to us of Love.
And he raised his head and looked upon
the people, and there fell a stillness upon
them. And with a great voice he said:
When love beckons to you, follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions
may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams
as the north wind lays waste the garden.
For even as love crowns you so shall he
crucify you. Even as he is for your growth
so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and
caresses your tenderest branches that quiver
in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and
shake them in their clinging to the earth.
Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant;
And then he assigns you to his sacred
fire, that you may become sacred bread for
God's sacred feast.
All these things shall love do unto you
that you may know the secrets of your
heart, and in that knowledge become a
fragment of Life's heart.
But if in your fear you would seek only
love's peace and love's pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover
your nakedness and pass out of love's
Into the seasonless world where you
shall laugh, but not all of your laughter,
and weep, but not all of your tears.
Love gives naught but itself and takes
naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor would it be
For love is sufficient unto love.
When you love you should not say,
"God is in my heart," but rather, "I am
in the heart of God."
And think not you can direct the course
of love, for love, if it finds you worthy,
directs your course.
Love has no other desire but to fulfill
But if you love and must needs have
desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook
that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart
and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the
beloved in your heart and a song of praise
upon your lips.
Cherish your vision; cherish your ideals;
Cherish the music that stirs in your heart,
The beauty that forms in your mind,
The loveliness that drapes
Your purest thoughts,
If you remain true to them,
Your world will at last be built.
Be the difference
That makes the difference
You are the difference
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