Life is some of sorrow, some of bliss.
One hour may bring me peace of mind,
Another send me for it to find.
Today I
may happy be,
Tomorrow my
happiness may flee.
My hope may
lift her wings and fly,
But ere
too long even hope does die.
As
the clock does go around,
I am
content to be yet found.
And
great reward does lure me
not,
So long as my life I still
have got.
Though life is some
good, some bad,
I still for it
am forever glad.
and if I lose
more than I win,
I am still
glad that I have been.
We must care about something or somebody. It is dark, cold, and terrifying unless we do. The dragons all come at us unless we care.This caring keeps us going, keeps us hoping in a world of violence, pain, and destruction. If we can find it in ourselves to love we have the battle half won. If once in a while there trickles a tear from our eyes out of sympathy or sorrow, and if we can feel joy in the sunshine, and peace in the morning with an enduring love for people beyond all their faults, then I tell you we have come a long way.
There is nothing dismal where a present ever living love dwells. It is a comfort bearer giving a cheerful contenance unto all who possess it in the very midst of evil storms.
He who loses this ability to care wanders blindly and helplessly in an unmerciful world of his own creation. Each one of us makes the world anew. If we have love in our hearts we make it fruitful and beautiful, but if we have hate we make it barren and ugly.
All people have
need of this fountain flowing from
the breast of human kind.
Wherever one comes in contact
with people one knows that
somewhere among them there are
those who can understand, those
who have the capacity to feel
compassion. All over the earth,
thank God, the wondrous gift of
understanding can be found. May
understanding never pass
away. Darkness is only the
beginning of the horrors
encountered in a world devoid of
understanding. Wherever there are
human beings I must believe, I am
persuaded to believe, there is
understanding. I dread to think of
life in this world the day that is
not so. Human beings with
understanding never ridicule
others, never cast the first
stone, they never turn their back
on the desolate and poor, nor
become cold like the stones. Human
beings with understanding remember
their own mistakes and forgive the
mistakes of others. They are more
ready to listen than to condemn,
to believe than to deny, to love
than to hate, and to speak of hope
than to speak of despair. Those
who have understanding are
fortunate to have it, and even
more fortunate are those who come
in contact with
them.
There is a blessed
thing, a wonderful thing which
lets people confide in one
another, which makes the world
endurable, which helps people
dwell together intimately and
happily, a thing called
understanding.
You have chased all my cares away.
And I am happy
That you have been given to me.
Good morning
sunshine!
Shine on me while I
dine.
Come dwell by my
side.
Come in and with me
abide.
Good morning song
bird!
Your sweet singing I have
often heard.
Honored I would
be
To hear you singing for
me.
Good morning blue sky!
We
are peaceful this day, you and
I.
Cover me, my friend.
You
my canopy without end.
Good
morning my hill!
Standing there
ever so still.
Each morning you
await
As on your form I
contemplate.
Good morning old
oak!
Your aged limbs strong,
and some broke.
For your shade
I thank you.
Your a friend kind
and true.
It is a wondrous trail to
happiness when we care for others.
it is a darksome trail to despair
when we do not care for others.
There is beauty along the way when
we care for people, but the way of
the uncaring and selfish heart is
ugly everywhere he goes. The
spirit of caring is the spirit of
life. The spirit of selfishness is
the spirit of death. When we care
we give life and we receive life,
but when we are uncaring we give
death and we receive death. Each
time we act selfishly without love
for others we lose a part of the
beauty in life, a part of the
divine, a part of heaven. When
we care for others we know
intuitively that we are doing the
right thing and going the right
way. How blessed it is to have a
loving and humble heart which can
care. How terrible it is to have a
hateful heart, and a stubborn will
and blind pride which cannot
care.
To care for others
is divine. I care not what
philosophy you have, if it differs
from this, caring for others, then
it is wrong. The good we do is
measured by how much we care for
others. The evil we do is measured
by how uncaring and selfish we
are.
One need
not be told that kindness is best.
One need only perform an act of
kindness to know it is best, or be
shown kindness. There is a feeling
inside better than all other
feelings when one is truly
kind. Why are so many people in
this world of ours angry and sad?
It is because they do not show
kindness. They say no one is kind
to me, so why should I be kind to
others? It is a simple recipe
tried and true, one must be kind
to be happy. One may be
surrounded by angels treating one
with profound respect and
admiration, and be unkind and be
unhappy, while on the other hand
one may be surrounded by a band of
devils insulting and annoying one
beyond the point of human
endurance and be kind and be
happy. Why are there so many
cruel and hardhearted? It is just
because these poor creatures have
forgotten or never did know how to
be kind. I call them poor because
it is a pitiful state they are in
unable to experience the great joy
that comes from being kind.
Kindness is instinctive. I mean
the young are kind before they are
cruel. Cruelty is a thing learned,
while kindness is a gift from God
at birth which if given a chance
will bloom.
This is not only a battle among
nations, but among individuals,
and within individuals. One side
is beaten down only to arise again
and again as some instrument for
that cause stronger than before
stands in triumph for an instant
over the other. Good, the one
that must triumph in the end, has
had its many martyrs, those who
have fought and died for it, those
who lived for the sake of good,
and opposed evil no matter what it
cost them. Evil is a disease which
not only infects those who possess
it, but those who accept it. The
only ones who escape being
contaminated by evil are those who
detest the very sight of it. He
who can live with evil and accept
evil around him without ever
lifting a hand to destroy that
evil is himself a servant of evil.
It is slow and sometimes painful,
this battle for good, but he who
gives up may not only lose
himself, but who knows how many
others?
Everything points
toward kindness. It is the
magnetic pole of society to which
all dreams and aspirations point.
Without it anarchy and chaos would
reign supreme, and despots and
demons would be the only
inhabitants of earth.
Good and evil are
ever opposing one another in the
greatest battle of all time. This
relentless battle has raged over
our scarred earth, even reaching
into the heavens, and it continues
with the same fervor, the same
unceasing force unto this day.
