Friday, July 18, 2008 ♥
@ 2:57 PM
hey guys ! i'm here just to post some quotes and poems which i find very meaningful !
i thought that somehow it reflects on me .
on how actually i grow .
hope you guys like it !
and now , here it goes ~
Achemist who can extract from his heart's element, compassion, respect, longing, patience, regret, surprise and forgiveness and compound them into one can create that atom which is called love.
Don't Pass Me By
He walked with eyes lowered, head to the ground.
When he saw me, he spoke, and I took in his sight.
He was scruffy and raggedy
in his eyes was no light.
He said, "Ma'am, I'm hungry."
He was very polite.
I said to him softly, "No money have I,
but I'll but you some food with these food stamps of mine."
We walked on in silence, this homeless old man,
and he said, "Give me your number-
I'll pay you back when i can."
I looked in his eyes, where hopelessness lay,
and I said, "Never mind. I don't want you to pay."
As we walked down the aisles of the grocery store,
like a child he picked something, then asked for some more.
I gladly told him to fill all his needs,
because in my lifetime, I've done some bad deeds.
I'll never forget him, as he went on his way,
because he gave me something I can never repay.
He gave me a chance to give what I could,
a chance to show love to the misunderstood-
a chance to feed someone when no one else would-
a chance to be special, a chance to be good.
I'll ever be grateful to the stranger in rags,
for showing me Love in a few grocery bags,
for letting me be the one who had more,
for letting me answer his knock at my door.
You see, I'm no angel, though I've wanted to be.
I've hurt many people by just being me,
and this man, this stranger, who did not pass me by,
set free for an instant an angel to fly.
Life is eternal; and love is immortal; and death is only a horizon; and a horizon is nothing
save the limit of our sight.
The Grave No One TendedThe day was lovely as I strolled along
peering at stones on the way,
And that's when I saw it; that pitiful cross
that looked splintered and faded away.
With flowers in hand to tend Father's grave,
I knew I must hurry along.
But I couldn't help but linger awhile
at that cross that just doesn't belong.
The date on the front confirmed my suspicions
of what already I knew.
A child lay beneath that horrible cross
and its faded color of blue.
What selfish parents they must have been
to bury their child all alone,
Without flowers or candles to light the night
and not even a simple headstone.
I looked even closer at that awful cross
that was nearly splintered away,
And there on the back, I read the words
that changed me forever that day.
"This cross isn't grand, but it was carved by my hands
so you'll know, son, how much I care.
It's the color of blue to remind me of you
and how painful it is I'm not there,
That it's you who is gone and it's me living on
while your young life has come to an end.
And I'm left alone, never again with a home
and a grave that's too painful to tend."
Tears stung my eyes as I looked all around
at the monuments that ragged cross put to shame.
And I shared with those parents their horrible loss
that brought them such terrible pain.
And all the tombstones, some even taller than me
suddenly seemed small in a way,
Next to that little handmade cross, carved with such love
and the flowers I planted that day.
It's Up To YouOne song can spark a moment,
One flower can wake the dream.
One tree can start a forest,
One bird can herald spring.
One smile begins a friendship,
One handclasp lifts a soul.
One star can guide a ship at sea,
One word can frame the goal.
One vote can change a nation,
One sunbeam lights a room.
One candle wipes out darkness,
One laugh will conquer gloom.
One step must start each journey,
One word must start each prayer.
One hope will raise our spirits,
One touch can show you care.
One voice can speak with wisdom,
One heart can know what's true,
One life can make the difference,
You see, it's up to you!
