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One
One song can spark a moment,
One flower can wake the dream.
One tree can start a forest,
One bird can herald spring.
One smile begins a friendship,
One handclasp lifts a soul.
One star can guide a ship at sea,
One word can frame the goal.
One vote can change a nation,
One sunbeam lights a room.
One candle wipes out darkness,
One laugh will conquer gloom.
One step must start each journey,
One word must start each prayer.
One hope will raise our spirits,
One touch can show you care.
One voice can speak with wisdom,
One heart can know what's true,
One life can make the difference,
You see, it's up to you!
Author Unknown
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One Art
The art of losing isn't
hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to mater.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother's watch. And look! My last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.
--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (*Write* it!) like disaster.
--E. Bishop
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On Death and Dying
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there.
I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of birds circling in flight.
I am the stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there
I do not sleep.
Author Unknown
*3rd serving of chicken soup for the soul*
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Portrait of a Friend
I can't give solutions to all of life's
problems, doubts, or fears.
But I can listen to you, and
together we will search for answers.
I can't change your past
with all it's heartache and pain,
nor the future with it's untold stories.
But I can be there now
when you need me to care.
I can't keep your feet from stumbling.
I can only offer my hand
that you may grasp it and not fall.
Your joys, triumphs, successes,
and happinesses are not mine;
yet I can share in your laughter.
Your decisions in life are not mine
to make, nor to judge;
I can only support you , encourage you,
and help you when you ask.
I can't prevent you from falling away
from friendship, from your values, from me.
I can only pray for you,
talk to you and wait for you.
I can't give you boundaries
which I have determined for you,
but I can give you the room to change,
room to grow, room to be yourself.
I can't keep your heart
from breaking and hurting,
but I can cry with you and help you
pick up the pieces and put them back in place.
I can't tell you who you are.
I can only love you and be your friend.
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