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What Have We Done Today?

We shall do much in the years to come,
But what have we done today?
We shall give out gold in a princely sum,
But what did we give today?
We shall lift the heart and dry the tear,
We shall plant a hope in the place of fear,
We shall speak the words of love and cheer,
But what did we speak today?

We shall be so kind in the after while,
But what have we done today?
We shall bring to each lonely life a smile,
But what have we brought today?
We shall give to truth a grander birth,
And to steadfast faith a deeper worth,
We shall feed the hungering souls of earth,
But whom have we fed today?

We shall reap such joys in the by and by,
But what have we sown today?
We shall build us mansions in the sky,
But what have we built today?
`Tis sweet in the idle dreams to bask;
But here and now, do we our task?
Yet, this is the thing our souls must ask,
What have we done today ?

~Nixon Waterman~


I Must Go Shopping

I must go shopping.
I am completely out of generosity and want to get some.
I also want to exchange the self-satisfaction that I picked up the other day for some real humility.
They say it wears better.

I want to look for tolerance which is worn as a wrap this season.
I saw samples of kindness, and I’m a little low on that right now.
One can’t get too much of it.

I must try to match some patience.
I saw it on a friend and it was so becoming.
I must remember to get my sense of humour mended, and keep my eyes open for inexpensive goodness.
Yes, I must go shopping today.

Auld Lang Syne

Wishing everyone a Happy Healthy New Year…

Should auld acquaintance be forgot
and never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
and days of Auld Lang Syne?
For Auld Lang Syne, my dear,
for Auld Lang Syne,
We’ll take a cup of kindness yet,
for Auld Lang Syne.

Should auld acquaintance be forgot
and never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
and days of Auld Lang Syne?
And here’s a hand, my trusty friend
And gie’s a hand o’ thine
We’ll tak’ a cup o’ kindness yet
For Auld Lang Syne

The song, “Auld Lang Syne,” is sung at the stroke of midnight in almost every English-speaking country in the world to bring in the New Year. At least partially written by Robert Burns in the 1700’s, it was first published in 1796 after Burns’ death.  Early variations of the song were sung prior to 1700 and inspired Burns to produce the modern rendition.  An old Scotch tune, “Auld Lang Syne” literally means “old long ago,” or simply, “the good old days.”

Life Is Too Brief

Between the budding and the falling leaf.
Between the seed time and the golden sheaf,
For hate and spite.
We have no time for malice and for greed;
Therefore, with love make beautiful the deed;
Fast speeds the night.

Life is too swift
Between the blossom and the white snow’s drift,
Between the silence and the lark’s uplift,
For bitter words.
In kindness and in gentleness our speech
Must carry messages of hope, and reach
The sweetest chords.

Life is too great
Between the infant’s and the man’s estate,
Between the clashing of earth’s strife and fate,
For petty things.
Lo! we shall yet who creep with cumbered feet
Walk glorious over heaven’s golden street,
Or soar on wings!

~W. M. Vories~

Life Is A Lesson

Knowledge makes humble;
Ignorance makes proud;
Knowledge talks lowly;
Ignorance talks loud;
Knowledge is modest, cautious and pure;
Ignorance boastful, conceited and sure.

Kind hearts are gardens,
Kind thoughts are roots
Kind words are flowers,
Kind deeds are fruits.

A Song Of Friendship
Let’s all go singing a merry song
And meet in the morning sun,
To love our neighbor as our Lord wants,
Can also be lots of fun,
Supposing we don’t succeed?
Forgive us and help our need –
To understand what we do not know,
And let us be friends indeed.

With Sympathy
People just can’t know the sorrow
That another has to bear
But they can express their sympathy
And show how much they care
So we’re sending this to tell you
That our thoughts are with you now
And we hope just knowing that we care
Will comfort you somehow.

At Day’s End

Is anybody happier because you passed his way?
Does anyone remember that you spoke to him today?
The day is almost over, and its toiling time is through;
Is there anyone to utter now a kindly word to you?
Can you say tonight, in parting with the day that’s slipping fast,
That you helped a single brother of the many that you passed?
Is a single heart rejoicing over what you did or said?
Does the man whose hopes were fading, now with courage look ahead?
Did you waste the day, or lose it?  Was it well or sorely spent?
Did you leave a trail of kindness, or a scar of discontent?
As you close your eyes in slumber, do you think that God will say,
“You have earned one more tomorrow by the work you did today?”

~John Hall~

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