"Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly."
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When Tomorrow Starts Without Me
When tomorrow starts without me, and I'm not there to see; if the sun should rise and and find your eyes all filled with tears for me;
I wish so much you wouldn't cry the way you did today, while thinking of the many things we didn't get to say.
I know how much you love
me, as much as I love you, and each time that you think of me, please try to understand, that an angel came and called my name and took me by the
hand, and said my place was ready, in heaven far above, and that I'd have to leave behind all those I dearly love. But as I turned to walk away, a tear
fell from my eye, for all my life I'd always thought I didn't want to die. I had so much to live for, so much yet to do, it seemed impossible that I was
leaving you. I thought of all the yesterdays, the good ones and the bad; I thought of all the love we shared and all the fun we had. If I could relive
yesterday, just even for awhile, I'd say goodbye and kiss you and maybe see you smile. But then I fully realized that this could never be, for
emptiness and memories would take the place of me. And when I thought of worldly things I might miss come tomorrow, I thought of you, and
when I did, my heart was filled with sorrow. But when I walked through heaven's gates I felt so much at home. When God looked down and smiled at
me from His great throne, He said "This is eternity and all I've promised you." Today your life on earth is past, but here it starts anew. I promise no
tomorrow, but today will always last. And since each day's the same way there's no longing for the past. But you have been so faithful, so trusting
and so true. Though there were times you did some things you knew you shouldn't do. But you have been forgiven and now at last you're free. So
won't you take my hand and share my life with me?
So when tomorrow starts without me, don't think we're far apart, for every time you think of me,
I'm right here in your heart.
Submitted by Terry in memory of Amy
Thank you!
We dedicate this poem
to all those who have lost a loved one.
God Bless you
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For The Garden Of Your Daily Living:
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Plant Three (3) Rows Of Peas:
1. Peace Of Mind
2. Peace Of Heart
3. Peace Of Soul
Plant Four (4) Rows Of Squash:
1. Squash Gossip
2. Squash Indifference
3. Squash Grumbling
4. Squash Selfishness
Plant Four (4) Rows Of Lettuce:
1. Lettuce Be Faithful
2. Lettuce Be Kind
3. Lettuce Be Patient
4. Lettuce Really Love One Another
No Garden Is Without Turnips:
1. Turnip For Meetings
2. Turnip For Service
3. Turnip To Help One Another
To Conclude Our Garden, We Must Have Thyme:
1. Thyme For Each Other
2. Thyme For Family
3. Thyme For Friends
Water Freely With Patience And Cultivate With Love.
There Is Much Fruit In Your Garden Because, You Reap What You Sow.
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Come To The Garden Alone, While The Dew Is Still On The Roses...
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I've Seen The Angels Cry
by Bonnie McDaniel
I have always thought that angels
wore halos and wings of white
But now I find they wear hard hats
and black coats with yellow stripes
And angels, in my mind, wore long
flowing gowns of white
But now I see dark pants and shirts
and badges shining bright
And angels always floated with bare feet
above the ground
Not true! For they wear steel toed boots
and go where death is found
Not all angels have smooth hands
that look like porcelain
Some angels have torn gloves and cuts
and burns upon their skin
And while I thought all angels
glowed from heavens light
I see an angel cutting steel
his torch is shining bright
And while these earthly angels
passed buckets of debris
The angels up in heaven looked down
on bended knee
So while the smoke continued
to rise into the sky
I watched the rescue workers weep
I've seen the angels cry
A CHRISTMAS POEM
'TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS,
HE LIVED ALL ALONE,
IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF
PLASTER AND STONE.
I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY
WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE,
AND TO SEE JUST WHO
IN THIS HOME DID LIVE.
I LOOKED ALL ABOUT,
A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE,
NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS,
NOT EVEN A TREE.
NO STOCKING BY MANTLE,
JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND,
AND ON THE WALL PICTURES
WITH MEDALS AND BADGES,
AWARDS OF ALL KINDS,
A SOBERING THOUGHT
CAME TO MY MIND.
FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT,
SO DARK AND SO DREARY,
THE HOME OF A SOLDIER,
NOW I COULD SEE CLEARLY.
THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING,
SILENT, ALONE,
CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR
IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME.
THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE,
THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER,
NOT HOW I PICTURED
A UNITED STATES SOLDIER.
WAS THIS THE HERO
OF WHOM I'D JUST READ?
CURLED UP ON A PONCHO,
THE FLOOR FOR A BED?
I REALIZED THE FAMILIES
THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT,
OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS
WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT.
SOON ROUND THE WORLD,
THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY,
AND GROWNUPS WOULD CELEBRATE
A BRIGHT CHRISTMAS DAY.
THEY ALL ENJOYED FREEDOM
EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR,
BECAUSE OF THE SOLDIERS,
LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE.
I COULDN'T HELP WONDER
HOW MANY LAY ALONE,
ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVE
THE VERY THOUGHT
BROUGHT A TEAR TO MY EYE,
I DROPPED TO MY KNEES
AND STARTED TO CRY.
THE SOLDIER AWAKENED
AND I HEARD A ROUGH VOICE,
"SANTA DON'T CRY,
THIS LIFE IS MY CHOICE;
I FIGHT FOR FREEDOM,
I DON'T ASK FOR MORE,
MY LIFE IS MY GOD,
MY COUNTRY, MY CORPS."
THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER
AND SOON DRIFTED TO SLEEP,
I COULDN'T CONTROL IT,
I CONTINUED TO WEEP.
I KEPT WATCH FOR HOURS,
SO SILENT AND STILL,
AND WE BOTH SHIVERED
FROM THE COLD EVENING'S CHILL.
I DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE
ON THAT COLD, DARK, NIGHT,
THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOR
SO WILLING TO FIGHT.
THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER,
WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE,
WHISPERED, "CARRY ON SANTA,
IT'S CHRISTMAS DAY, ALL IS SECURE."
ONE LOOK AT MY WATCH,
AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT.
"MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND,
AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT."
This poem was written by a Marine stationed in Okinawa Japan. The
following is his request. I think it is reasonable Please. Would you do him a favor
of sending this to as many people as you can? Christmas will be coming soon
and some credit is due to our U.S. servicemen and women for our being
able to celebrate these festivities.
Let's try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe. Make people stop and think of our heroes, living and dead, who sacrificed themselves for us. Please, do your small part to plant this small seed.
The Rush of Angel Wings
by J.E. Moore
Gentle Shepherd, open wide our eye
To beauty in all things
Make us humble, kind and wise -
To hear the rush of Angel wings!
We need to know without a doubt,
Our souls are one with Thee above;
Like children reaching out
For understanding, trust and love.
So in this magic moment, please,
As sunbeams dance and robins sing,
Open my eyes that I may see -
And hear the rush of Angels wings!
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Angels
by Shirley Hile Powell
Sometimes I hear a faint whisper
So softly in my ear;
It's then I feel the presence
Of my Guardian Angel near.
A brush, a touch of Heaven,
A closeness beyond compare
That lifts me to the Father
As I go to Him in prayer.
Oh winged one, who enlightens
And guards me where I trod
You stand before the heavenly throne
And see the face of God.
You are my heavenly protector
Who has been given charge over me.
God made you my companion
To help fulfill my destiny.
When my earthly life is over,
Pray I'll go to God's heavenly place;
When at last I'll see my loving God
And meet Him face to face.
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In Our Hearts
There is an angel watching over you in good times, trouble
or stress.
His wings are wrapped round about
Whispering you are loved and blessed.
Service is the highest activity to which we can aspire. Albert Schweitzer wrote: "I do not know what path in life you will take, but I do know this: If, on that path, you do not find a way to serve, you will never be happy." We are not alone. We are part of something bigger, and we experience the connection by giving with grace a portion of our time and talent to service.
- Mary Manin Morrissey-
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