Sunday, October 18, 2009
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Love – the Great Equalizer
Love is the one emotion that determines for each of us the space we will occupy in the hearts of fellow men. It is the solid foundation upon which all of humanity is based. You are love. In other words, you are not only your brother’s keeper, you are your brother’s brother.
A man came up to two boys fighting in the park. He took one aside and began to spank him for his inappropriate behavior. An observing bystander came up to the man and asked indignantly why he didn’t do anything to the other boy. The man responded that the child he was disciplining was his son, and he loved him dearly. He loved him enough to teach him lessons for the future.
Real love is selfless and free from fear. It pours itself out upon the object of its affection, without demanding any return, for love cannot be demanded, it must be given.
It Ain’t Over Till It’s Over...
By the mid-1950s psychologists had erroneously theorized that man’s mental powers reach their peak at age twenty-five and then begin a gradual decline. Such nonsense as “you can’t teach an old dog new tricks” still persists despite the fact that current research has shown that our learning ability never declines. Many people needlessly go downhill after retirement. They feel their productive years are completed and their job is done. Consequently they become bored, inactive, mentally and physically atrophied, and often suffer a loss of self-esteem. Some develop a self-image of a useless, worthless, worn-out “hanger-on.” As a result their hopes are dashed and their prospects for the future are bleak.
It is not retiring from a job that dims the prospects of these individuals, it is the feeling of uselessness, of being washed-up; the dampening of self-esteem, courage, and self-confidence, which our present attitudes of society ideals. Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up interest wrinkles the soul. You are as young as your faith, as old as you doubt; as young as your self-confidence, as old as your fear; as young as your hope, as old as your despair.
Don’t despair! In the central place of every heart there is a recording chamber. So long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, cheer, and courage, you are young.
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Love Poems
I would wish to wake up everyday
to the sound of your breath on my neck,
the warmth of your lips on my cheek,
the touch of your fingers on my skin,
and the feel of your heart beating with mine...
Knowing that I could never find that feeling
with anyone other than you.
- Courtney Kuchta -
I was sort of hoping,
That you would come along,
Like the answer to a prayer,
And the music to a song.
Like the kind of thing that happens,
At a special place and time,
That will change our lives forever,
Like a fantasy of mine.
The fantasy was there before,
I ever knew your name,
And now that I have found you,
We will never be the same.
So, pardon, if I look at you,
Forgive me if I stare,
At the fantasy I knew before,
I saw you standing there.
For I was always hoping,
That you would come along,
Like the answer to a prayer,
And the music to a song
- Rack Vaughn -
You Are Poetry
You come outside
To view the faint sunset
Light bewildered by trees
Shines through quietly
You glide your soft auburn hair
Perched behind your ear
And in this moment I feel at home
Beneath the interior
You are my humble abode...
Your company is soothing
Calming and reassuring
Inside, the wind chimes ring
You saunter and my hearts sings
Bit by bit I begin to recognize
The enchanting glow in your subtle eyes
Hidden in all abstract paintings
It’s you; what all artists see
You are poetry...
- Cody Graham -
If There's...
If there's one face I want to see,
so beautiful, so true,
one smile that makes a difference,
to everything I do.
If there's one touch I long to feel,
one voice I long to hear,
whenever I am happy,
or just needing someone near.
If there's one joy, one love,
from which I never want to part,
it's you, my very special love,
my world, my life, my heart.
- John Ragland -
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Love - Elizabeth B. Browning
| Love | | |
| by Elizabeth Barret Browning | ||
We cannot live, except thus mutually | ||


