By Brian, on May 24th, 2010 |
Life Needs An “Undo” Button
By Brian
If life had an “undo” button
Oh, how easy it would be
To never have to worry
About which path was right for me.
I could leap without looking;
Never consult with an advisor.
I could make mistakes so freely
And no one would be the wiser.
If I messed up, if I flubbed up,
If I screwed up royally,
I’d . . . → Read More: Life Needs An ‘Undo’ Button
By Brian, on April 8th, 2010 |
The lady that used to live in the house we just bought had newspaper clippings of poetry and prayers taped to the inside of the kitchen cabinet doors. Honey removed them before cleaning the cabinets, but I couldn’t bring myself to throw them away.
I don’t know much about Bessie. I know that she and her husband . . . → Read More: Think On These Things
By Brian, on February 25th, 2010 |
They saw the poor living in cardboard shacks, so they knocked the shacks down and built projects. Huge blocks of cement and glass towered over asphalt parking lots. Somehow it wasn’t much like home. Even home in a shack. “What do you expect?” they asked impatiently. “You’re too poor to live like us until you can . . . → Read More: But The Heart Said No
By Brian, on January 7th, 2010 |
Are You Sure?
By The Staple Singers
Are you sure there’s nothing you can do
To help someone worse off than you?
Think before you answer, are you sure?
Are you sure?
Are you sure it’ll be a waste of time
To stop and let your love light shine?
Think before you answer, are you sure?
Are you sure?
Are you sure that it will be . . . → Read More: Are You Sure?
By Brian, on June 14th, 2009 |
I posted the following poem almost three years ago, but it is definitely worth repeating.
A Return To Loveby Marianne Williamson
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.We ask ourselves, Who . . . → Read More: This Little Light Of Mine…
By Brian, on April 9th, 2009 |
Friendship
by Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
Oh, the comfort,
The inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person,
Having neither to weigh thoughts,
Nor measure words,
But pouring them all right out just as they are,
Chaff and grain together,
Certain that a faithful hand
Will take and sift them,
Keep what is worth keeping,
And with a breath of kindness
Blow the . . . → Read More: Friendship
By Brian, on February 11th, 2009 |
Honey posted this on his blog a while back. I absolutely love it.
The Road Not Taken
By Robert FrostĀ
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth.
Then took the other, as just as . . . → Read More: The Road Not Taken
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