Disillusioned by life with good reason to
frown,
For the world was intent on dragging me
down.
And if that weren't enough to ruin my
day,
A young boy out of breath approached me, all
tired from play.
He stood right before me with his head tilted
down
And said with great excitement, "Look what I
found!"
In his hand was a flower, and what a pitiful
sight,
With its petals all worn-not enough rain, or
too little light.
Wanting him to take his dead flower and go
off to play,
I faked a small smile and then shifted
away.
But instead of retreating he sat next to my
side
And placed the flower to his nose
And declared with overacted surprise,
"It sure smells pretty and it's beautiful,
too.
That's why I picked it; here, it's for
you."
The weed before me was dying or dead.
Not vibrant of colors, orange, yellow or
red.
But I knew I must take it, or he might never
leave.
So I reached for the flower, and replied,
"Just what I need."
But instead of him placing the flower in my
hand,
He held it midair without reason or
plan.
It was then that I noticed for the very first
time
That weed-toting boy could not see: he was
blind.
I heard my voice quiver, tears shone like the
sun
As I thanked him for picking the very best
one.
"You're welcome," he smiled, and then ran off
to play,
Unaware of the impact he'd had on my
day.
I sat there and wondered how he managed to
see
A self-pitying woman beneath an old willow
tree.
How did he know of my self-indulged
plight?
Perhaps from his heart, he'd been blessed
with true sight.
Through the eyes of a blind child, at last I
could see
The problem was not with the world; the
problem was me.
And for all of those times I myself had been
blind,
I vowed to see the beauty in life,
And appreciate every second that's
mine.
And then I held that wilted flower up to my
nose
And breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful
rose
And smiled as I watched that young boy,
another weed in his hand
About to change the life of an unsuspecting
old man.
~Author Unknown~
OVERHEARD IN AN ORCHARD
Said the
Robin to the Sparrow:
Said the Sparrow to the Robin: ~Elizabeth Cheney~
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"When we long
for life without difficulties, remind us
that oaks grow strong in contrary winds and
diamonds are made under
pressure".
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(Matthew 6: 25-26) Therefore I say unto you, Take no thought for your life, what ye shall eat, or what ye shall drink; nor yet for your body, what ye shall put on. Is not the life more than meat, and the body than raiment? Behold the fowls of the air: for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feedeth them. Are ye not much better than they? |
"I sing because I'm
happy,I sing because I'm free,
For His eye is on the sparrow
And I know He watches me!"
His Eye is on
the Sparrow |