If I had my child to raise all over again, Author Unknown

If I had my child to raise all over again, Author Unknown

If I had my child to raise all over again,

I'd build self-esteem first, and the house later.

I'd finger paint more, and point the finger less.

I would do less correcting and more connecting.

I'd take my eyes off my watch, and watch with my eyes.

I would care to know less and know to care more.

I'd take more hikes and fly more kites.

I'd stop playing serious, and seriously play.

I would run through more fields and gaze at more stars,

I'd do more hugging and less tugging.

I'd see the oak tree in the acorn more often,

I would be firm less often, and affirm much more.

I'd model less about the love of power,

And more about the power of love

Embracing All, Author Unknown

Embracing All, Author Unknown

Light that lies deep inside of me

Come forth in all thy majesty

Show me thy gaze

Teach me thy ways

That I a better person may be

Darkness that lies deep inside of me

Come forth in all thy mystery

Show me thy gaze

Teach me thy ways

That I a better person may be

Love that lies deep inside of me

Come forth in all thy unity

Let me be thy gaze

Let me teach thy ways

That I a better person may be

Change the Days by Burton Seligman

Change the days and the countless ways,

We run ourselves through this maze.

The passing lights left behind,

The countless thoughts we can’t unwind.

From the minutes to the hours and days,

Fighting the anguish in living this way.

The moments that slip between our fingers, never taking hold,

The regrets we will have when we are old.

Change the days, that confront the last,

Don’t let the dreams run past.

The ones take our time away, The ones that left us feeling astray,

The people we loved, but never cared to say.

The things we’ve done, but would never share,

The moments that were beautiful, But we were never there.

Change the days, From old to new,

From sour to sweet, From them to you.

Change the days; Let your ears hear your heart beat.

Let positivity move your feet.

Don’t race, slow it down,

To hear the silence in a noisy town.

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To change the days, Is really a choice,

Just listen to your internal voice.

A Stranger passed by, Author Unknown

A Stranger passed by, Author Unknown

I ran into a stranger as he passed by.

"Oh, excuse me please" was my reply.

He said, "Please, excuse me too,

Wasn't even watching for you."

We were very polite, this stranger and I.

We went on our way and we said good-bye.

But at home a different story is told,

How we treat our loved ones, young and old.

Later that day, cooking the evening meal,

My daughter stood beside me very still.

When I turned, I nearly knocked her down.

"Move out of the way," I said with a frown.

She walked away, her little heart broken

at how harshly I had spoken.

While I lay awake in bed,

God's still small voice came to me and said,

"While dealing with a stranger, common courtesy you use,

But the children you love, you seem to abuse.

Look on the kitchen floor,

You'll find some flowers there by the door.

Those are the flowers she brought for you.

She picked them herself, pink, yellow and blue.

She stood quietly not to spoil the surprise,

And you never saw the tears in her eyes.

"By this time, I felt very small,

and now my tears began to fall.

I quietly went and knelt by her bed;

"Wake up, little girl, wake up," I said.

"Are these the flowers you picked for me?"

She smiled, "I found 'em, out by the tree.

I picked 'em, because they're pretty like you.

I knew you'd like'em, especially the blue.

I said, "Daughter, I'm sorry for the way I acted today;

I shouldn't have yelled at you that way."

She said, "Oh, Mom, that's okay.

I love you anyway."

I said, "Daughter, I love you too,

And I do like the flowers, especially the blue."