THE EVENING LIGHT
In the quiet of the evening When the world is lulled to rest, I find wonderful contentment For I put aside my quest, I forget the day now ended And the things that came to be, For the magic peace of silence Has taken hold of me.
Worries leave my mental storehouse Just like birds upon the wing, And deep inside my heart I find A tender song to sing, As the great big ball of fire Sinks into horizons blue, There is beauty sent from heaven That my eyes are blessed to view.
I believe God made the evening So that man could realise, The reason for his being here Beneath the tranquil skies, So whenever I am able In the evening light I pray, To gain the strength I need to face The cares that come with day. Anon |
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THOUGHT FOR TODAY
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Life’s a supermarket With shelves that can contain Chaos and confusion, Worry, grief and pain. Keep looking for the bargains, And surely you will find A measure of real pleasure, On the shelf marked ‘peace of mind’. Gloom is there a plenty, But its value must be curbed Let it lie beneath the counter And remain there undisturbed. Long before the final check out, The incentive’s there to see…. Seek the shelf marked ‘happiness’, It’s on offer and it’s FREE. Anon
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DIFFICULT THINGS TO DO
To break a bad habit, To love an enemy, To think logically, To admit ignorance, To withhold judgement, To grow old gracefully, To persevere without haste, To wait without impatience, To suffer without complaint, To know when to keep silent, To be indifferent to ridicule, To concentrate in the midst of strife, To endure hatred without resentment, To fraternise without losing individuality, To serve without compensation, commendation, recognition. Anon |
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LACED
Gerald played at full-back for the school; A big, strong boy with a kick like a mule. In one game he stopped; his lace was undone. "Tie it up, lad, the game’s going on." Gerald stooped and tied his lace, Took one step - and fell flat on his face. That’s what happens when one lace is tied To a lace from the boot on the other side! Brian Sumner |
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OOPPSS!
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Eye halve a spelling chequer It came with my pea sea. It plainly marques four my revue Miss steaks eye kin knot sea.
Eye strike a key and type a word And weight four it two say Weather eye am wrong oar write, It shows me strait a weigh.
As soon as a mist ache is maid It nose bee fore two long And eye can put the error rite, It’s rarely ever wrong.
Eye have run this poem threw it: I am shore your pleased two no It’s letter perfect in its weigh, My chequer tolled me sew!
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