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    September 16

    It's The Journey That's Important...


    By John McLeod

    Life, sometimes so wearying
    Is worth its weight in gold
    The experience of traveling
    Lends a wisdom that is old
    Beyond our 'living memory'
    A softly spoken prayer:
    "It's the journey that's important,
    Not the getting there!"

    Ins and outs and ups and downs
    Life's road meanders aimlessly?
    Or so it seems, but somehow
    Leads us where we need to be,
    And being simply human
    We oft question and compare....
    "Is the journey so important
    Or the getting there?"

    And thus it's always been
    That question pondered down the ages
    By simple men with simple ways
    To wise and ancient sages....
    How sweet then, quietly knowing
    Reaching destination fair:
    "It's the journey that's important,
    Not the getting there!" 

    Hold On...

    Hold on to what is good,
    even if it's a handful of earth.

    Hold on to what you believe,
    even if it's a tree that stands by itself.

    Hold on to what you must do,
    even if it's a long way from here.

    Hold on to your life,
    even if it's easier to let go.

    Hold on to my hand,
    even if I've gone away from you.


     
     

    The Little Things

    Mary Dawson Hughes

       

    It really is the little things
    That mean the most of all...
    The "let me help you with that" things
    That may seem very small
    The "I'll be glad to do it" things
    That make your cares much lighter,
    The "laugh with me, it's funny" things
    That make your outlook brighter...

    The "never mind the trouble" things,
    The "yes, I understand,"
    The interest and encouragement
    In everything you've planned
    It really is the little things,
    The friendly word or smile,
    That add such happiness to life
    And make it more worth while.

     

    Heartprints

       Author Unknown

       

    Whatever our hands touch -
    We leave fingerprints!
    On walls, on furniture
    On doorknobs, dishes, books.
    There's no escape.
    As we touch we leave our identity.

    Wherever I go today
    Help me leave heartprints!
    Heartprints of compassion
    Of understanding and love.

    Heartprints of kindness
    And genuine concern.
    May my heart touch a lonely neighbor
    Or a runaway daughter
    Or an anxious mother
    Or perhaps an aged grandfather.

    Send me out today
    To leave heartprints.
    And if someone should say,
    "I felt your touch,"
    May they also sense the love
    that is deep within my heart.

     

     

    As Though...


      Dance

    As though no one is watching you.

    Love

    as though you have never been hurt before.

    Sing

    as though no one can hear you.

    Live

    as though heaven is here on earth.