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Dreams

Pure Thoughts Admin — Fri, 11 Mar 2011 21:01:37 +0000

I found myself in a garden of dreams
Lost with no self-esteem or love
Shedding tears for lost passion-heartbroken
Despair without hope from above.

I reached down inside to find myself
In my garden of dreams alone
Discovering weeds had taken over within
For tears in bitterness I’d sown.

Then one day when least expected
As I explored my garden of dreams
I prayed softly somehow for a ray of hope
For a miracle or so it seemed.

I went back through my garden of dreams
Began pulling weeds up one by one
Then found seedlings of faith still lived there
As I basked in the morning sun.

I discovered happiness is a choice you make
When looking inside yourself-so it seems
So keep watering tiny seeds of faith deep within
Soon flowers will bloom in your garden of dreams.

-Author Unknown

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A Little Girl

Pure Thoughts Admin — Mon, 07 Mar 2011 16:25:35 +0000

Who would of thought,
to my surprise,
The day I looked in my daughter’s eyes,
That I would find my sunshine,
my star,
my pearl,
All the thoughts in my head,
of this little girl.
You came to me late on the twentieth of November,
That day in my life,
I will always remember.
I did not know who I was as a man,
’till the moment you were placed inside of my hands.
And it was at that split moment,
when you opened your eyes,
your true identity was no longer disguised.
As the lights glistened,
in your beautiful eyes,
Inside I slowly started to cry.
I was given an angel, from heavens’ above,
The final test as a man,
A little girl to love.
I believe by God,
I must have been touched.
I love you Julianna,
I love you so much.

Your face lights up,
whenever you smile,
A glow that can last an endless mile.
Your brothers,
they love you,
your mom and I the same,
You are the completion to our circle,
the caboose on our train.

- Jim Mullen

I was a huge Daddy’s girl when I was younger. I loved my dad with all of my heart, and I was “Daddy’s little princess.” I’d like to think this is how he felt about me as well, and considering how much he spoiled me, I’ say that’s true.

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Life’s Mirror

Pure Thoughts Admin — Thu, 03 Mar 2011 18:14:38 +0000

There are loyal hearts, there are spirits brave,
There are souls that are pure and true,
Then give the world the best you have,
And the best will come back to you.

Give love, and love to your life will flow,
A strength in your utmost need,
Have faith, and a score of hearts will show
Their faith in your word and deed.

Give truth, and your gift will be paid in kind;
And honor will honor meet;
And a smile that is sweet will surely find
A smile that is just as sweet.

Give pity and sorrow to those who mourn,
You will gather in flowers again
The scattered seeds from your thoughts outborne,
Though the sowing seemed but vain.

For life is the mirror of king and slave,
‘Tis just what we are and do;
Then give to the world the best you have,
And the best will come back to you.

- Madeline Bridges

If – Rudyard Kipling

Pure Thoughts Admin — Sat, 26 Feb 2011 10:53:07 +0000

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build ‘em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on”;

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings – nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man my son!

- Rudyard Kipling

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An Angel Never Dies

Pure Thoughts Admin — Sun, 20 Feb 2011 20:44:01 +0000

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Trees by Joyce Kilmer

Pure Thoughts Admin — Fri, 18 Feb 2011 18:34:49 +0000

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

-Joyce Kilmer

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Musings of An Old Man

Pure Thoughts Admin — Thu, 26 Nov 2009 13:41:32 +0000

Contributed by Cheurphil Renacido

I am old now.
But back in the days,
When I was young,
I had a wonderful time

I worked for a telephone company
They paid me four pesos every day
Because I did not go to high school,
I can’t find a better job

It was martial law at that time
And our work was in Mindanao
I was twenty- eight back then
I had to leave my family to feed them

When I got back to Manila,
I set up an upholstery business
I learned everything on my own
My customers included public officials

And now I am sixty-one years old
I drink alone, sometimes with friends
Liquor was not my thing back in the days
But now, I can do anything I want

That’s because my children are all grown up
The eldest is a manager of a big company
But my youngest is the blacksheep of the family,
A little troublemaker I have yet to break the horns

One afternoon, two strangers came to my door
They wanted to get a piece of furniture done
I had my drink and now I had good conversation
I offered the guy a drink, just two beers

It was raining and the shops were closed
I was in a bit of a drunken stupor so I spilled some beans
And that is why these lines are written by themselves
The musings of a man who has lived a full life

-and yet something’s missing.

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Don’t Quit

Pure Thoughts Admin — Mon, 23 Nov 2009 03:06:25 +0000

When things go wrong as they sometimes will;
When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill;
When the funds are low, and the debts are high;
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh;
When care is pressing you down a bit -
Rest if you must, but don’t you quit.
Success is failure turned inside out;
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt;
And you can never tell how close you are;
It may be near when it seems afar.
So, stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit -
It’s when things go wrong that you mustn’t quit

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Again Lord

Pure Thoughts Admin — Sat, 21 Nov 2009 03:34:32 +0000

I have looked away from You Lord

again
Lord let me look upon You
again
I have walked away from You
again
Lord let me walk with You
again
I have not read Your Word
again
Lord give me a hunger for Your Word
again
I have lost my faith in You again
again
Lord give me faith to trust You
again
I have disappointed You Lord
again
Lord strengthen me so I will not disappoint You
again
Free me Lord from this circle, grant me the victory found within You, in the power of Jesus Christ’s blood.
for always..

Amen

Romans 8:1-2
So there is now no condemnation awaiting those who belong to Christ Jesus. For the power of the life-giving Spirit-and this power is mine through Christ Jesus-has freed me from the vicious circle of sin and death.

By Andre’ Mulder

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The Sin of Omission

Pure Thoughts Admin — Fri, 13 Nov 2009 03:27:42 +0000

by: Margaret E. Sangster

It isn’t the thing you do, dear,
Its the thing you leave undone
That gives you a bit of a heartache
At setting of the sun.
The tender work forgotten,
The letter you did not write,
The flowers you did not send, dear,
Are your haunting ghosts at night.
The stone you might have lifted
Out of a brother’s way;
The bit of heartsome counsel
You were hurried too much to say;
The loving touch of the hand, dear,
The gentle, winning tone
Which you had no time nor thought for
With troubles enough of your own.
Thoes little acts of kindness
So easily out of mind,
Thoes chances to be angels
Which we poor mortals find~
They come in night and silence,
Each sad, reproachful wraith,
When hope is faint and flagging,
And a chill has fallen on faith.
For life is all too short, dear,
And sorrow is all to great,
To suffer our slow compassion
That tarries until too late:
And it isn’t the thing you do, dear,
It’s the thing you leave undone
Which gives you a bit of heartache
At the setting of the sun.

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