I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself.
A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough
without ever having felt sorry for itself
Lawrence
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Talking to Myself
If I were to die today, right now…
Would I be worthy?
Of the love of my wife,
Or the praise of my friends…
Could I sigh contentedly?
Comfortable with my Life
And how I treated that gift…
Would my family remember?
More good times than not,
Joy or discontentment…
I am the memories I will leave behind,
that which I share of myself.
Death need not be a morbid thought
to dwell on, but simply a measure of Truth.
We will all go that way, and
regardless of our beliefs,
we each leave something
for those after us to ponder.
This world today may not be much,
polluted as it is with violence and deceit.
Maybe every generation has felt that way.
If it is indeed the darkness that I still see,
then should I not consider how I might add
beauty and light in any measure?
50 years more?
Or a single minute,
May I be of service to you…
How have you been?
It’s nice to see you smile,
I admire much about you…
Have I told you today?
That I enjoy our time together,
Or that I love you tenderly…
Yes, it has been years since
I showed you such kindness, you’re right.
Can you understand that I was confused?
I thought that I was what mattered
in my own life, instead of seeing
the privilege allowed me by the Master.
I saw a blind man on the corner
where I turned, lunch pale at his feet,
white cane through his folded arms.
At the time, I was angry
at the way other people were driving,
very angry and self-righteous.
Then as if in slow motion and
for my benefit, I see this man
on the corner, mouth puckered
in a tune he was whistling, his unseeing eyes
closed and face lifted to the morning sun,
swaying to his own music as he waited
on a ride to go to work.
Intensely humbling this was for me.
How dare I get so angry with my gift
of Life, with those other gifts of Life
that I share my existence with?!
God bless you Sir, and thank you for the lesson.
written by Stan Hines, © 2000
Would I be worthy?
Of the love of my wife,
Or the praise of my friends…
Could I sigh contentedly?
Comfortable with my Life
And how I treated that gift…
Would my family remember?
More good times than not,
Joy or discontentment…
I am the memories I will leave behind,
that which I share of myself.
Death need not be a morbid thought
to dwell on, but simply a measure of Truth.
We will all go that way, and
regardless of our beliefs,
we each leave something
for those after us to ponder.
This world today may not be much,
polluted as it is with violence and deceit.
Maybe every generation has felt that way.
If it is indeed the darkness that I still see,
then should I not consider how I might add
beauty and light in any measure?
50 years more?
Or a single minute,
May I be of service to you…
How have you been?
It’s nice to see you smile,
I admire much about you…
Have I told you today?
That I enjoy our time together,
Or that I love you tenderly…
Yes, it has been years since
I showed you such kindness, you’re right.
Can you understand that I was confused?
I thought that I was what mattered
in my own life, instead of seeing
the privilege allowed me by the Master.
I saw a blind man on the corner
where I turned, lunch pale at his feet,
white cane through his folded arms.
At the time, I was angry
at the way other people were driving,
very angry and self-righteous.
Then as if in slow motion and
for my benefit, I see this man
on the corner, mouth puckered
in a tune he was whistling, his unseeing eyes
closed and face lifted to the morning sun,
swaying to his own music as he waited
on a ride to go to work.
Intensely humbling this was for me.
How dare I get so angry with my gift
of Life, with those other gifts of Life
that I share my existence with?!
God bless you Sir, and thank you for the lesson.
written by Stan Hines, © 2000
Revive My Heart
Oh Lord, how I’ve clutched at my despair
Revisited such darkness over the years
Experienced a heart threatened by Evil
As he so arrogantly sneered
The world is no friend of ours my God
And You speak so quietly, tender
While the enemy’s voice booms aloud
Bringing us to our knees in surrender
Ruthless life, and then You respond
As I crumble to the floor, crushed
Or so it seemed as though I were
Broken and left, finally hushed
But no, this is where You live
Where You show the very power
That set Life in motion, faithful
To fulfill Your plan this hour
What Love could bring to life
Something that is lost and gone?
Redeem me, I accept Your rescue
And now desire Your calm
And I cherish the friends my Lord
That You’ve given me here
In this place of salvage and war
Cry out, oh victory cheer!
The miracle may simply be
Our shared struggle and inspiration
Striving to share Your love
Celebrating life with fascination.
written by Stan Hines, © 2004
Revisited such darkness over the years
Experienced a heart threatened by Evil
As he so arrogantly sneered
The world is no friend of ours my God
And You speak so quietly, tender
While the enemy’s voice booms aloud
Bringing us to our knees in surrender
Ruthless life, and then You respond
As I crumble to the floor, crushed
Or so it seemed as though I were
Broken and left, finally hushed
But no, this is where You live
Where You show the very power
That set Life in motion, faithful
To fulfill Your plan this hour
What Love could bring to life
Something that is lost and gone?
Redeem me, I accept Your rescue
And now desire Your calm
And I cherish the friends my Lord
That You’ve given me here
In this place of salvage and war
Cry out, oh victory cheer!
The miracle may simply be
Our shared struggle and inspiration
Striving to share Your love
Celebrating life with fascination.
written by Stan Hines, © 2004
Thursday, April 06, 2006
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