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Treasures in Life

Treasures in Life
author unknown

There are treasures in life,
but owners are few
Of money and power
to buy things brand new.

Yet you can be wealthy
and feel regal too,
If you will just look
for the treasures in you.

These treasures in life
are not hard to find
When you look in your heart,
your soul, and your mind.

For when you are willing
to share what's within,
Your fervent search
for riches will end.

The joy and the laughter,
the smile that you bring;
The heart unafraid
to love and to sing;

The hand always willing
to help those in need;
Ones quick to reach out,
to labor and feed.

So thank you for sharing
these great gifts inside;
The caring, the cheering,
the hug when one cried.

Thanks for the energy,
encouragement too,
And thank you for sharing
the treasures in you.

Life Is A Miracle

Life is a miracle
Don't let it slip away,
Open your heart to others
Give of yourself each day.

See the beauty in everyone
Regardless of where they've been,
Some have a difficult journey
And really need a friend.

Share your gifts and talents
Listen with your heart.
Do the things you dream about
But don't have time to start.

Pick a bouquet of flowers
Show someone that you care,
Be gracious and forgiving
Life is never fair.

Hold on to your courage
You may need it down the road,
We all have a cross to bear
It could be a heavy load.

If you practice all these things
No matter where you roam,
You may find both sun and rain
But you'll never feel alone!

A Psalm of Life

By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)

Tell me not in mournful numbers,
"Life is but an empty dream!"
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.

Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
"Dust thou art, to dust returnest,"
Was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us further than to-day.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.

In the world's broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!

Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act -- act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o'erhead!

Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;

Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.

Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labour and to wait.

As Longfellow firmly stated, in the world's broad field of battle, be somebody. Be someone who can realize his own dreams. Though often times hard, cumbersome and low, learn to persevere and learn to wait. Because dreams and aspiration can't be fullfilled in an instant. Life is a mixture of fortunes and misfortunes. So don't lay still and wait for your destiny to come. Curve your own path and leave something for others to follow.

An Ancient Sanskrit Poem

Look to this day
for it is life
the very life of life
In its brief course lie all
the realities and truths of existence
the joy of growth
the splendor of action
the glory of power
For yesterday is but a memory
And tomorrow is only a vision
But today well lived
makes every yesterday a memory
of happiness
and every tomorrow a vision of hope
Look well, therefore, to this day!

Go Gently with the Flow

If the sky above seems cloudy,
And you're left out in the rain,
If you're searching for a rainbow,
But the colors bring you pain...

If your world is not revolving,
And there is no end in sight,
If you're looking for the sunshine,
But all you see is night...

If all around are smiling,
But all you can do is frown,
If you are tired of all this living,
When life just brings you down...

Then look beyond your teardrops,
At the wonders of this land,
The beauty of a flower,
Like velvet in your hand.

Feel the air around you,
The smell of new mown hay,
Laughing children in the park,
The innocence there at play.

Imagine floating with a butterfly,
As she flutters between the trees,
Or the whispers of the ocean,
On warm hot summer's breeze.

Think of the taste of candy floss,
As it melts upon your tongue,
Or the melody of morning birds,
As they greet each day with song.

Remember words of beauty,
Told in your mother's embrace.
Feel the gentleness of her touch,
As she softly kissed your face.

Seek the good within you,
Cast the Clouds out from your sky.
Don't look toward the pavement,
But hold your head up high.

Think not what life owes you,
But at all you have to give.
Forget about tomorrow,
Then you can start to live.

So Bless this age your are living,
With the gifts you can bestow.
Don't disregard the stream of life,
Go gently with the Flow!

~ Author Unknown

Little Things

I've just learned of this beautiful poem. It makes one realize the value of small things. It makes one appreciate the significance of every creation. It motivates all of us that whatever it is that we do, how little it may be, how insignificant you may think, all of it makes a difference.

Little Things
by Ebenezer Cobham Brewer

Little drops of water,
little grains of sand,
make the mighty ocean
and the pleasant land.

So the little moments,
Humble though they be,
Make the mighty ages
Of eternity.

Little deeds of kindness,
little words of love,
Help to make earth happy
like the heaven above.

So our little errors
Lead the soul away
From the path of virtue,
Far in sin to stray.

Little seeds of mercy
sown by youthful hands,
grow to bless the nations
far in heathen lands.

Don't Quit!

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you're trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest, if you must, but do not quit.

Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about,
When he might have won had he stuck it out;
Don't give up though the pace seems slow--
You may succeed with another blow.

Often the goal is nearer than,
It seems to a faint and faltering man,
Often the struggler has given up,
When he might have captured the victor's cup,
And he learned too late when the night slipped down,
How close he was to the golden crown.

Success is failure turned inside out--
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far,
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit--
It's when things seem worst that you must not quit.

- Anonymous -