Be grateful for the kindly friends that walk along your way, Be grateful for the skies of blue that smile from day to day, Be grateful for the health you own, the work you find to do, For round about you there are men less fortunate than you.
Be grateful for the growing trees, the roses soon to bloom, The tenderness of kindly hearts that shared your days of gloom, Be grateful for the morning dew, the grass beneath your feet, The soft caresses of your babes and all their laughter sweet.
Acquire the grateful habit, learn to see how blessed you are, How much there is to gladden life, how little life to mar! And what if rain shall fall to-day and you with grief are sad, Be grateful that you can recall the joys that you have had.
WHISPERS OF THE QUIET GROVE Beneath the hush of softened skies, Where gentle leaves in silence rise, A heart once torn by storm and grief, Now finds in stillness, sweet relief. The winds once howled with cruel disdain, Each whisper laced with ghost of pain, Yet…
The Art of Staying Tender poem There is a softness in me that the world once tried to silence, yet it blooms anyway Like wildflowers breaking through stone. I hold this tenderness close, letting it shape my days with quiet courage and unspoken strength some nights it…
Blaze, sun, blaze you fire streak,Above horizon ashen sneak,Specked with brilliant heat from molten core,Ball of flames such orange pumpkin,Burning object, many lore. A gleeful creature shed rays of light,Bring swift end to blanket night,Lava white pinpricks vanish…
I’m looking at the starlit sky,I’m looking at the timeless heavenly plough land,Along which the Father sows the seed of eternal light.I’m looking at the falling star,Mercifully weaving the magic lightAbove the lonely dreamer on his path of dreams -Let us hurry, not…
Celebrating National Poetry Month: A Time to Find Your Voice with Emerald Book Club April marks the arrival of National Poetry Month, a global celebration of poetry’s power to inspire, heal, and connect people from all walks of life. It’s a time to immerse yourself in…
When silence is heard poem In quiet rooms where whispers fade,I hold the words I’m slow to trade.No eager ear nor friendly gaze,Just watchful walls that keep my days. A thousand thoughts like scattered sand,Slip through the spaces of my hand.Who counts them all? Who…
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