This pain I feel inside,
That has turned my world around.
This emptyness inside my heart,
This big wide space I've found.
What's happened to my life dear Lord,
I feel numb just like a doll.
Why can't I feel just like I should,
Why can't I cry at all.
Yet! It seems that all I do is cry,
Why don't I feel relief,
Why can't my heart just settle down
And live with all my grief.
don't hurry away.
When friends have something
they want to say.
Take time for a kindness
Keep looking about
There are lots of ways
you can help someone out.
Give of your friendship
and you'll find it's true,
The blessings you scatter
will come back to you.
It's harder still to laugh.
But smiling makes the shadows go,
And mirth can smooth your path.
So don't give up, keep going on
You'll find the right connection.
We need to lose our way at times,
To choose the best direction.
Whose letters number six.
It stands for someone who will help
If you are in a fix.
Someone you can always trust
In whom you can confide
Whose loyalty will never swerve
Of whom you speak with pride.
Whose presence is a blessing
In times of stress or storm
Who speaks such words of comfort
So loving and so warm.
Who's every word is genuine
Though other folks pretend
That lovely word of letters six
Can only be but friend.
The nicest is my clock
It's steady and dependable
And never runs amok
It has a rythmic soothing sound
A soft and gentle tick
It's such a pleasant friendly noise
Neither slow or quick
Dear old clock you've kept for years
The same familiar place
The mantlepiece would be forlorn
Without your shining face.
Little comforts when I'm sad
Little chores at last well done
Little laughs and bits of fun
Little ills which happens not
Little smiles that mean a lot
Little children on my knee
Little deeds done tenderly
Such a wealth of little things
To my spirit richness brings.
Is to love, not to be loved;
To serve, not to be served;
To be a strong hand in the dark
To another in a time of need;
To be a cup of strength to any soul
In a crisis of weakness,
That is to know the glory of life.
She cautioned me not to tear it. I was told to unravel the wool and then wind it up into a neat ball. This tedious task of untwisting the mace of wool took many hours. In my desire to please my mother, I acquired the roots of self- determination, patience and perseverance, and a strong will-power. As I look back now I realize that this was my mothers gift to me, her treasure box of wisdom.
As the years went by, I came to learn that to possess one of these traits, you must inevitally possess them all, and how often in life there are times when you sorely need them, We cannot sit back and expect everything to come our way. We cannot extend our hand and simply grasp what we want. We must strive hard for "what is worth having is worth working for."
As I travel along the road of life, I compare it to that mass of knotted yarn. I believe that we can unravel any tangle which life may present_provided we use our magic gifts of will power, patience and determination.