“You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.”
– Edgar Allan Poe
We do not know
if in Life
we dream,
or if our dreams
are real,
and they dream us.
But we do know
if Love is planted,
even in a shallow way,
its roots will deep entwine
and one day
find
YOU.
Those in Love
are never apart.
What you feel
will never depart.
Give them the lingering Sunsets.
If you have been
the only one
you are thinking of,
try to cast away
your mask of clay,
and come to realize
you were never
all there was
to be.
My Friends,
do not
just leave your children
in your will.
Leave them the will
to Love and Live.
Give them the lingering Sunsets
of your precious smiles,
the ability to walk
in your shoes
for many, many miles,
and the memories
of moments past,
that last
and last
and last.
Memories of moments past.
Children live
in a natural state of wonder.
They pay attention
to every detail of
Life and Living.
What fascinates you about life?
If nothing,
then you are living,
but not alive.
My Dear Friends,
truly fascinating things are constantly happening.
Every day,
every moment of every hour.
Pay attention
to everyone and everything
around you.
Your trip
to the grocery store
will only keep you alive.
It is not
Life!
The errand you are running,
is running you.
The time you waste,
is never wasted.
Put down the telephone.
Turn off the addictive
television.
Turn your gaze away
from cold, unfeeling sights.
Go outside.
This is your HOME.
Wander aimlessly.
Listen intently.
God
in His Wisdom,
is calling your name.
A songbird
sings it,
over and over again.
Let a flower
pick you.
Give it
to someone
in need of Love.
Let a flower pick you.
There are many,
walking barefoot by a lonely river
of tears,
near a grave
to be.
Human nature
is God’s Love
in you and me.
Yes.
A fascinating mystery of Life
walked right by you.
Did you notice?
Did you look closely?
This is your home.
You cannot be Loved,
if you do
look
for someone to Love.
Flowers
just gather in the wind,
until you worship them,
and kneel,
and bring them home,
and thank Almighty God
for saying
Hello.
He
did not pass you by.
His Love was gently
waving in the
breeze.
“Let your mind start a journey
through a strange new world.
Leave all thoughts
of the world you knew before.
Let your Soul take you
where you long to be.”
– Andrew Lloyd Webber
How can you turn your nature
into the Human nature
it longs to be?
Most of the things
we pay attention to
are illusions.
They do not teach us
anything.
Did you notice?
Become as a Child again.
Be Fascinated with everyone
and every Living thing.
“At that time the disciples came to Jesus, saying,
“Who is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven?”
And calling to him a child, he put him in the midst of them,
and said, “Truly, I say to you, unless you turn and become like children, you will never enter the kingdom of Heaven.
Whoever humbles himself like this child,
he is the greatest in the kingdom of Heaven.”
– Matthew 18:1-4
Thank God
for the fascinating mystery of Life
that is
YOU.
Your Life
begins again,
every day you realize
you are alive,
you are Loved
and in Love
with everyone and living thing.
The greatest Gift
is
knowing.
Goodnight.
“Where love is planted
oh there it grows It grows
and blossoms like a rose.
It has a sweet and pleasant smell
No flower on Earth can it excel.”
– traditional Folk Music
“While on my lonely couch I lie,
I seldom feel myself alone,
For fancy fills my dreaming eye
With scenes and pleasures of its own.
Then I may cherish at my breast
An infant’s form beloved and fair,
May smile and soothe it into rest
With all a Mother’s fondest care.
How sweet to feel its helpless form
Depending thus on me alone!
And while I hold it safe and warm
What bliss to think it is my own!
And glances then may meet my eyes
That daylight never showed to me;
What raptures in my bosom rise,
Those earnest looks of Love to see,
To feel my hand so kindly prest,
To know myself beloved at last,
To think my heart has found a rest,
My life of solitude is past!
But then to wake and find it flown,
The dream of happiness destroyed,
To find myself unloved, alone,
What tongue can speak the dreary void?
A heart whence warm affections flow,
Creator, thou hast given to me,
And am I only thus to know
How sweet the joys of Love would be?”
– Anne Brontë
Flowers Watered by Tears
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The next time you lift a glass or a can filled with so much regret, so much unbearable pain, so much loss of life and precious love, say a prayer for the now nameless millions who have gone before you and left behind a landscape that resembles nothing but misery and death.
Please remember that as you wander further and further down into this valley of the shadow of death, you are taking your loved ones with you. Alcoholism is not a singular disease. It is always accompanied by other victims. It is a social disorder on a magnitude and scale that defies definition. It envelopes and destroys entire families, your other loved ones and friends, and frequently, many others that were simply going down the highway at the same time. Each year the number is in the millions. But the numbers do not matter as much as you do. They are insignificant to those who love you, if you drown in the sea of apathy and alcohol.
The consumption of alcohol frequently leads to a portrait drawn of the loneliest place on earth, a graveyard. And the flowers, yes, those flowers, are not what they seem. They are watered by the tears of the deeply loved and lost. They never blossom in the warm sunlight of tomorrow. They died. Their lives were stolen, along with all the precious dreams.
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