You Are Loved…

You Are Loved

I know sometimes you doubt it,
And you don?t hear it often enough,
But know this one thing as you walk this earth:
You are loved.
In your finest hours and weakest moments
You are loved.
Covered with dirt or fresh from your bath,
Respected, rejected, defamed or
acclaimed,
You are loved.
You may wear that love proudly as a red flower,
Or keep it silent as cat whiskers,
But, one thing you may never do with that love,
Is doubt it.
This is your guarantee
And your obligation,
Because as surely as you live,
You are loved.

Poems for Fathers: ‘If’ by Rudyard Kipling (1910)

 

If

Rudyard Kipling (1910)

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream–and not make dreams your master;
If you can think–and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”;
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings–nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run–
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And–which is more–you’ll be a Man, my son!

Source: Poems for Fathers: ‘If’ by Rudyard Kipling (1910)

 

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“It Will Not Change” by Sarah Teasdale

“It Will Not Change”

It will not change now
After so many years;
Life has not broken it
With parting or tears;
Death will not alter it,
It will live on
In all my songs for you
When I am gone.

Sarah Teasdale

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Alone” by Edgar Allen Poe

Alone From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were; I have not seen As others saw; I could not bring My passions from a common spring. From the same source I have not taken My sorrow; I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone; And all I loved, I loved alone. Then- in my childhood, in the dawn Of a most stormy life- was drawn From every depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still: From the torrent, or the fountain, From the red cliff of the mountain, From the sun that round me rolled In its autumn tint of gold, From the lightning in the sky As it passed me flying by, From the thunder and the storm, And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view. Edgar Allan Poe More poems from Edgar Allan Poe

“Good-by” by Ralph Waldo Emerson

Good-by Good-by, proud world, I’m going home, Thou’rt not my friend, and I’m not thine; Long through thy weary crowds I roam; A river-ark on the ocean brine, Long I’ve been tossed like the driven foam, But now, proud world, I’m going home. Good-by to Flattery’s fawning face, To Grandeur, with his wise grimace, To upstart Wealth’s averted eye, To supple Office low and high, To crowded halls, to court, and street, To frozen hearts, and hasting feet, To those who go, and those who come, Good-by, proud world, I’m going home. I’m going to my own hearth-stone Bosomed in yon green hills, alone, A secret nook in a pleasant land, Whose groves the frolic fairies planned; Where arches green the livelong day Echo the blackbird’s roundelay, And vulgar feet have never trod A spot that is sacred to thought and God. Oh, when I am safe in my sylvan home, I tread on the pride of Greece and Rome; And when I am stretched beneath the pines Where the evening star so holy shines, I laugh at the lore and the pride of man, At the sophist schools, and the learned clan; For what are they all in their high conceit, When man in the bush with God may meet. Ralph Waldo Emerson More poems from Ralph Waldo Emerson

Parents Bill of Rights

Parents Bill of Rights

or ‘Don’t mess with mothers’

Don’t mess with mothers….

My son came home from school one day, with a smirk upon his face.

He decided he was smart enough, to put me in my place.

Guess what I learned in Civics Two, that’s taught by Mr. Wright?

It’s all about the laws today, The “Children’s Bill of Rights.”

It says I need not clean my room, don’t have to cut my hair.

No one can tell me what to think, or speak, or what to wear.

I have freedom from religion, and regardless what you say,

I don’t have to bow my head, and I sure don’t have to pray.

I can wear earrings if I want, and pierce my tongue & nose.

I can read & watch just what I like, get tattoos from head to toe.

And if you ever spank me, I’ll charge you with a crime.

I’ll back up all my charges, with the marks on my behind.

Don’t you ever touch me, my body’s only for my use,

not for your hugs and kisses, that’s just more child abuse.

Don’t preach about your morals, like your Mama did to you.

That’s nothing more than mind control, And it’s illegal too!

Mom, I have these children’s rights, so you can’t influence me,

or I’ll call Children’s Services Division, better known as C.S.D.

Of course my first instinct was to toss him out the door.

But the chance to teach him a lesson made me think a little more.

I mulled it over carefully, I couldn’t let this go.

A smile crept upon my face, he’s messing with a pro.

Next day I took him shopping at the local Goodwill Store.

I told him, “Pick out all you want, there’s shirts & pants galore.

I’ve called and checked with C.S.D. who said they didn’t care

if I bought you K-Mart shoes instead of those Nike Airs.

I’ve canceled that appointment to take your driver ‘s test.

The C.S.D. is unconcerned so I’ll decide what ‘s best.

I said “No time to stop and eat, or pick up stuff to munch.

And tomorrow you can start to learn to make your own sack lunch.

Just save the raging appetite, and wait till dinner time.

We’re having liver and onions, a favorite dish of mine.

He asked “Can I please rent a movie, to watch on my VCR?”

“Sorry, but I sold your TV, for new tires on my car.”

I also rented out your room, you’ll take the couch instead.

The C.S.D. requires just a roof over your head.

Your clothing won’t be trendy now, I’ll choose what we eat.

That allowance that you used to get, will buy me something neat.

I’m selling off your jet ski, dirt-bike & roller blades.

Check out the “Parents Bill of Rights,” It’s in effect today!

Hey hot shot, are you crying?

Why are you on your knees?

Are you asking God to help you out, instead of C.S.D..?

Send to all people that have teenagers

or have already raised teenagers,

or have children who will soon be teenagers

or those who will be parents someday

Link to Parents Bill of Rights

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Buddhist Wisdom

In reply to the question, 'What is the best that people can possess, what brings them truest happiness, what is the sweetest of the sweet, and what is the pleasantest life to live?' the Buddha answered:

'Trust is the best that people can possess; following the way brings happiness; truth is the sweetest of the sweet; and the practice of insight is the pleasantest way to live.'

-Sutta Nipata From "The Pocket Buddha Reader," edited by Anne Bancroft, 2000. Reprinted by arrangement with Shambhala Publications, Boston, www.shambhala.com.

Dear Melissa,

I am afraid that my rain dance would not be of much help to you now

nor' would the medicine wheel ~

How ever the poem below seems to be very fitting

of your situation at hand ~

Be at peace with all humans and know that

the circle of life is on going ~

They who have hell in their hearts

will not be happy ~

Those who have heaven will

be at peace.

The Great Spirit is calling you home now

where there will be no more pain ~

physical or mental.

All things will come to pass

and all will be as they should be.

Upon your passing to the Spirit world ~

you will see and understand

all things.

You will know a peace far greater

then you have ever know ~

You will have an understanding of

all things ~ great and small !

It is we who are left behind

that need your prayers ~

For we who are still earth bound Spirits

have many challenges yet to face

and must be strong warriors ~

We who are left behind have many

paths to follow on our journey

to find the many truths yet to be discovered.

As you walk with the Grey Wolf ~

please tell the Great Spirit to forgive

our humanness and our

short coming ~

Pray for us and watch us all from

a far better place ~

Go in peace Melissa

and know that all is as it should be !

The Great Spirit waits your

return home after your

long and difficult journey ~

I shall see you one day when I am called home

by our Father ~

We will recognize one another

with out doubt even though we

have never meet on this Earth Plane.

Be at peace and when it is time

Our Father will be waiting for you

with open arms to

welcome you

home !

~ Gloria Bickley ~

faery art by Jessica Galbreth

time for something beautiful…

Pagan Blessings

My path is an ancient one,
my heart is true and wise…

I celebrate the fertile green earth,
and see with open eyes…

I seek the mysteries of the moon,
and dance beneath its gaze…

I pay homage to the Goddess,
and lift my arms to her in praise.

Go to Enchanted Art.com for more beautiful artwork.

NPR : The Practice of Slowing Down

NPR : The Practice of Slowing Down

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My Withered Heart

My Withered Heart

I haven't any talents,
No brain
And no beauty,
But the heart that beats within,
Every purity pumped through me,
Tries to demolish the blackness
that taints my every pulse.
And
Each time it twitches,
I feel it struggle more and more,
Because this hell we call life
Is forcing through innocence' doors.
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Don’t Cry For Me

Don’t Cry For Me

Don’t cry for me sweet child
Mommy’s doing what’s right
I would feel so guilty
If I didn’t go and fight

Don’t cry for me sweet child
It would hurt me to see you that way
I’ll send you all of my love
And write to you each day

Don’t cry for me sweet child
I’m working for the country
Daddy can cook you dinner
And you can sleep without me

Don’t cry for me sweet child
I will be home soon
I’m making lots of friends here
I tell them all about you

Don’t cry for me sweet child
Iraq is not that bad
I’m still safe and whole
So please do not be sad

Don’t cry for me sweet child
That bullet did not hurt
I can still fight
And injuries,

I’ve seen worse

Don’t cry for me sweet child
It was only a bomb
But it killed my best friend
And now her child doesn’t have a mom

So don’t cry for me sweet child
Because I am still here
And others have lost more
People they held dear

Don’t cry for me sweet child
It would be selfish and wrong
Because I saved a little boy last night
And he was all alone

Don’t cry for me sweet child
You should have seen the fight
You would be proud of Mommy
I fought so well last night

Don’t cry for me sweet child
Tonight we celebrate
My friends and I are having a party
They’re sending me to a different base

Don’t cry for me sweet child
I should be the one that’s sad
To see all these lives being taken
It’s enough to drive a person mad

Don’t cry me sweet child
That Iraqi had a knife
It hurt a lot but I do not care
Because it saved anothers life

Don’t cry for me sweet child
I did not bleed a lot
But they’re sending me home tonight
With others that got shot

So don’t cry for me sweet child
It won’t be much longer
The doctor said with the right care
My leg will grow stronger

Don’t cry for me sweet child
So the doctor was wrong
But I’ll still be okay
Mommy won’t be long

Don’t cry for me sweet child
I’m watching over you
Mommy is now in heaven
But I did the right thing to do

Don’t cry for me sweet child
I will always be there
To fight in Iraq
Was to show you that I care

Don’t cry for me sweet child
I couldn’t bear to see you
I don’t want you to be sad
Because Mommys always with you

Don’t cry for me sweet child
And remember to take your nap
I can check your homework from up here
While you sit in daddy’s lap

Don’t cry for me sweet child
It would be a waste of tears
Because if you keep me in your heart
Mommy’s always there

Please rate now. Rate for however much you are
against the war in Iraq. And pray for the
people who are still there.

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