Monday, December 30, 2013
LIGHT YOUR CANDLE FOR THE NEW YEAR
Light the candle in your soul,
Carry it into the dark.
If you find a flame that's lost its glow
Light it with a spark.
The flame only grows brighter
When it gives another light,
And a billion burning candles
Can drive away the night.
Believe in yourself to the depth of your being,
Nourish the talents your spirit is freeing.
Know in your heart when the going gets slow,
That your faith in yourself will continue to grow.
Don't forfeit ambition when others may doubt,
It's your life to live, you must live it throughout.
Learn from your errors, don't dwell in the past,
Never withdraw from a world that is vast.
Believe in yourself, find the best that is you,
Let your spirit prevail, "Steer a course that is true."
Hold up your candle for all to see,
Reach from shore to shore,
And light the world with kindness
Now and forever more!
by Author Unknown
My Wishes in 2014 for you....
God gives You..
12 Month of Happiness,
52 Weeks of Fun,
365 Days Success,
8760 Hours Good Health,
52600 Minutes Good Luck,
3153600 Seconds of Joy..and that's all! "
thanks so much for your suoport .....
blessings and hugs.............lita
Thursday, December 19, 2013
A MOM'S NIGHT
It was the night before Christmas, when all through the abode
Only one creature was stirring ... she was cleaning the commode;
The children were sleeping, all snug in their beds,
While visions of Nintendo flipped through their heads.
The dad was snoring in front of the TV,
With a half-constructed bicycle on his knee;
So only the mom heard the reindeer hooves clatter,
Which made her sigh, "Now what's the matter?"
With toilet bowl brush still clutched in her hand,
She descended the stairs, and saw the old man —
He was covered with ashes, which fell with a shrug;
"Oh great!!" muttered the mom, "Now I must clean the rug."
"Ho-Ho-Ho!!" cried Santa, "I'm glad you're awake,
Your gift was especially difficult to make!"
"Thanks" said she, "all I want is time alone,"
"Exactly!!" he chuckled, "I've made you a clone."
"A clone?" she asked, "What good is that?
Run along, Santa. I've no time for chit-chat;"
The clone was the mother's exact twin —
Same hair, same eyes, same double chin.
"She'll cook, she'll dust, she'll mop every mess.,
You'll relax, take it easy, watch the 'Young & Restless'"
"Fantastic!!" the mom cheered. "That's my dream come true!
I'll shop and I'll read and sleep all night through!"
From the room above, her youngest did fret,
"Mommy?!? I'm scared, and I think that I'm wet!"
The clone replied, "I'm coming, sweetheart"
"Hey," the mom laughed, "that clone knows her part."
The clone changed the small one, and hummed a soft tune,
As she bundled the child in a blanket cocoon;
"You're the best mommy ever ... I really love you."
The clone smiled and sighed, "I love you, too."
The mom frowned and said, "Sorry, Santa, no deal!
That's MY child's love that she's trying to steal"
Grinning wisely Old Santa said, "To me it is clear,
Only one loving mother is what's needed here."
The mom kissed her child, and tucked her into bed,
"Thank you, Santa, for clearing my head —
I sometimes forget it won't be very long,
When they'll be too old for my cradle-song."
The clock on the mantle began to chime,
Santa whispered to the clone, "It works every time."
With the clone by his side, Santa bid a good night,
"Merry Christmas, Mom ... You'll be all right."
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wishing you and yours all the blessing of Christmas....
blessings and hugs..............lita
Tuesday, December 10, 2013
AMAZING PEACE A CHRISTMAS POEM
by Maya Angelou
Thunder rumbles in the mountain passes
And lightning rattles the eaves of our houses.
Flood waters await us in our avenues.
Snow falls upon snow, falls upon snow to avalanche
Over unprotected villages.
The sky slips low and grey and threatening.
We question ourselves.
What have we done to so affront nature?
We worry God.
Are you there? Are you there really?
Does the covenant you made with us still hold?
Into this climate of fear and apprehension, Christmas enters,
Streaming lights of joy, ringing bells of hope
And singing carols of forgiveness high up in the bright air.
The world is encouraged to come away from rancor,
Come the way of friendship.
It is the Glad Season.
Thunder ebbs to silence and lightning sleeps quietly in the corner.
Flood waters recede into memory.
Snow becomes a yielding cushion to aid us
As we make our way to higher ground.
Hope is born again in the faces of children
It rides on the shoulders of our aged as they walk into their sunsets.
Hope spreads around the earth. Brightening all things,
Even hate which crouches breeding in dark corridors.
In our joy, we think we hear a whisper.
At first it is too soft. Then only half heard.
We listen carefully as it gathers strength.
We hear a sweetness.
The word is Peace.
It is loud now. It is louder.
Louder than the explosion of bombs.
We tremble at the sound. We are thrilled by its presence.
It is what we have hungered for.
Not just the absence of war. But, true Peace.
A harmony of spirit, a comfort of courtesies.
Security for our beloveds and their beloveds.
We clap hands and welcome the Peace of Christmas.
We beckon this good season to wait a while with us.
We, Baptist and Buddhist, Methodist and Muslim, say come.
Come and fill us and our world with your majesty.
We, the Jew and the Jainist, the Catholic and the Confucian,
implore you to stay awhile with us
so we may learn by your shimmering light
how to look beyond complexion and see community.
It is Christmas time, a halting of hate time.
On this platform of peace, we can create a language
to translate ourselves to ourselves and to each other.
At this Holy Instant, we celebrate the Birth of Jesus Christ
Into the great religions of the world.
We jubilate the precious advent of trust.
We shout with glorious tongues the coming of hope.
All the earth’s tribes loosen their voices to celebrate the promise of
We, Angels and Mortals, Believers and Nonbelievers,
Look heavenward and speak the word aloud.
We look at our world and speak the word aloud.
We look at each other, then into ourselves,
And we say without shyness or apology or hesitation:
Peace, My Brother.
Peace, My Sister.
Peace, My Soul
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wishing everyone all the blessings of Christmas.....
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