Listen in Silence If You Would Hear

Silently the green leaves grow,

In silence falls the soft, white snow;

Silently the flowers bloom,

In silence sunshine fills a room,

Silently bright stars appear,

In silence velvet night draws near;

And silently God enters in

To free a troubled heart from sin.

For God works silently in lives,

And nothing spiritual survives

Amid the dim of a noisy street,

Where raucous crowds with hurrying feet

And blinded eyes and deafened ear

Are never privileged to hear

The message God wants to impart

To every troubled, weary heart.

For only in a quiet place

Can man behold God face-to-face!

Be still, and know that I am God.

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It is the first mild day of March,

Each minute sweeter than before,

The redbreast sings from the tall larch

That stands beside our door.

There is a blessing in the air,

Which makes a sense of joy to yield

To the bare trees and mountains bare;

And grass in the green field.

William Wordsworth

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Sound the Flute!

Now itís mute.

Birds delight

Day and Night;


In the dale,

Lark in Sky,


Merrily, Merrily to welcome in the Year.

Little Boy


Full of joy;

Little Girl,

Sweet and small;

Cock does crow,

So do you;

Merry voice,

Infant noise,

Merrily, Merrily, to welcome in the Year.


Little Lamb,

Here I am;

Come and lick

My white neck;

Let me pull

Your soft Wool;

Let me kiss

Your soft face:

Merrily, Merrily, we welcome in the Year.

William Blake

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"I love friends, I want more friends. I love smiles. That is a fact.

How to develop smiles? There are a variety of smiles.

Some smiles are sarcastic. Some smiles are artificial - diplomatic smiles.

These smiles do not produce satisfaction, but rather fear or suspicion.

But a genuine smile gives us hope, freshness. If we want a genuine smile,

then first we must produce the basis for a smile to come.

On every level of human life, compassion is the key thing."

The Dalai Lama

submitted by Helen Frost




Blessed are they who understand

My faltering step and palsied hand.

Blessed are they who know that my ears today

Must strain to catch the things they say.


Blessed are they who seem to know

That my eyes are dim and my wits are low.

Blessed are they who looked away

When coffee spilled at table today.


Blessed are they who, with a cheery smile,

Stop to chat for a little while.

Blessed are they who never say,

"You have told me that story twice today"


Blessed are they who know the way

To bring back good memories of yesterday.

Blessed are they who make it known

That I am loved, respected and not alone.


Blessed are they who know I am at loss

To find the strength to carry the cross.

Blessed are those who ease the days

On my journey home in loving ways.


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O Gracious and Holy Father,

Give us wisdom to perceive you,

Diligence to seek you,

Patience to wait for you,

Eyes to behold you,

A heart to meditate upon you,

And a life to proclaim you:

Through the power of the Spirit

of Jesus Chris our Lord.

St. Benedict

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Are you wrinkled with burdens? Come to the church for a facelift

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Wrinkles should merely indicate where the smiles have been.

Mark Twain

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When saving for old age, be sure to put away some pleasant thoughts

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Do not regret growing older: it is a privilege denied to many.

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It doesnít matter where you live, as long as you live where you are.

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Todayís mighty oak is yesterdayís little acorn that held its ground.