Making A Difference
If each grain of sand were to say:
One grain does not make a mountain,
There would be no land.
If each drop of water were to say:
One drop does not make an ocean,
There would be no sea.
If each note of music were to say:
Each note does not make a symphony,
There would be no melody.
If each word were to say:
One word does not make a library,
There would be no book.
If each brick were to say:
One brick does not make a wall,
There would be no house.
If each seed were to say:
One seed does not make a field,
There would be no harvest.
If each of us were to say:
One person does not make the difference,
There would never be love and peace on earth.
You and I do make the difference,
Begin today and make the difference.
What a struggle
Every day is
Such a muddle.
Not much care,
I often wonder
Why I'm there.
Keep me enclosed,
How hard this is
Like a tiger
Kept in a cage
I prowl around
Often in a range.
Frustration and depression
Take a firm hold
It encircles me
Leaving me alone in the cold.
What keeps me going
Is my faith and my prayer,
It is a great comfort
Knowing God's there.
Childhood and Poetry
Author: Pablo Neruda
One time, investigating in the backyard of our house in Temuco the tiny objects and minuscule beings of my world, I came upon a hole in one of the boards of the fence. I looked through the hole and saw a landscape like that behind our house, uncared for, and wild. I moved back a few steps, because I sensed vaguely that something was about to happen. All of a sudden a hand appeared, a tiny hand of a boy about my own age. By the time I came close again, the hand was gone, and in its place there was a marvelous white sheep.
The sheep's wool was faded. Its wheels had escaped. All of this only made it more authentic. I had never seen such a wonderful sheep. I looked back through the hole but the boy had disappeared. I went into the house and brought out a treasure of my own: a pinecone, opened, full of odor and resin, which I adored. I set it down in the same spot and went off with the sheep.
I never saw either the hand or the boy again. And I have never again seen a sheep like that either. The toy I lost finally in a fire. But even now, in 1954, almost fifty years old, whenever I pass a toy shop, I look furtively into the window, but it's no use. They don't make sheep like that anymore.
I have been a lucky man. To feel the intimacy of brothers is a marvelous thing in life. To feel the love of people whom we love is a fire that feeds our life. But to feel the affection that comes from those whom we do not know, from those unknown to us, who are watching over our sleep and solitude, over our dangers and our weaknesses, that is something still greater and more beautiful because it widens out the boundaries of our being, and unites all living things.
That exchange brought home to me for the first time a precious idea: that all of humanity is somehow together. That experience came to me again much later; this time it stood out strikingly against a background of trouble and persecution.
It won't surprise you then that I attempted to give something resiny, earthlike, and fragrant in exchange for human brotherhood. Just as I once left the pinecone by the fence, I have since left my words on the door of so many people who were unknown to me, people in prison, or hunted, or alone.
That is the great lesson I learned in my childhood, in the backyard of a lonely house. Maybe it was nothing but a game two boys played who didn't know each other and wanted to pass to the other some good things of life. Yet maybe this small and mysterious exchange of gifts remained inside me also, deep and indestructible, giving my poetry light.
The only people for me are the mad ones.
The ones who are mad to love, mad to talk, mad to be saved;
The ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing,
burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow Roman candles
exploding like spiders across the stars.
I know what you mean, Laura. Faith has been the one constant in my life; especially in my later years.
Whenever we start to believe we are bad all the way through, we can picture good things we have done, days when someone else was happy to be with us, and see for ourselves that we have many good points that outweigh the bad.
If we have done something wrong, we must apologize and make amends.
Making a mistake is not the same as being worthless.
Mistakes are a natural part of living, not something to be ashamed of.
Our freedom to make mistakes is one of our greatest assets, for this is the way we learn humility, persistence, courage to take risks, and better ways of doing things.
All of us are valuable and lovable. How could we be otherwise?
Since mistakes are natural aspects of growth, we can salute them in ourselves and others as signs of life and celebrate our ability to learn and to forgive.
Hazelden Foundation from the book Today's Gift
That is a great reminder, FullMoon! thank you!
The fear of being wrong is the prime inhibitor of the creative process.
Thanks Michelle....yours is much easier to read.
How often we wish for another chance
To make a fresh beginning.
A change to blot out our mistakes.
And change failure into winning.
And it does not take a special time
To make a brand-new start,
It only takes the deep desire
To try with all our heart,
To live a little better
And to always be forgiving,
To add a little sunshine
To the world in which we're living.
So never give up in despair
And think that you are through,
For there's always a tomorrow
And a chance to start anew.
What a lovely poem to read during these uncertain financial times, FullMoon! It can lift our spirits and give us encouragement!
By TGL Iyer
Walt Disney died months before the much-awaited opening of his second theme park at Florida, USA. At the opening ceremony, someone said to Roy Disney, Walt Disney's brother: "It is a shame that your brother did not live to see this." Roy replied: "Oh, yes, he saw it; that is why it is here."
Sir Edmund Hillary became the first person to reach the summit of Mount Everest - but only after failing several times. After one failure, he shook his fist at the mountain and said: "You have defeated me, but I will return and I will defeat you, because you can't get any bigger, but I can." And he did in 1953. If you want to be bigger, better and bolder, you need to have faith.
Jesus was a great healer. His faith was such that he could even raise the dead. The Bible (Mark 5) records one of Jesus's most memorable healing incidents. A woman who suffered from severe haemorrhaging had tried all conventional healing methods with no success. She believed that if she could just touch the hem of Jesus's garment, she would be healed.
She followed Jesus, touched Him and got well. When it happened, Jesus turned around and asked "Who touched me?" No one came forward. Peter who was accompanying Jesus wondered why he should ask such a question when he was surrounded by a big crowd. But Jesus said, "It was someone who deliberately touched me... I felt the healing power go out from me!" (Luke 8:45-46).
American diplomat and Hollywood child-star Shirley Temple Black once narrated an incident about her husband Charles and his mother. When Charles was a boy, he asked his mother what was the happiest moment in her life. His mother replied "This moment, right now." Charles asked further: "But what about all the other happy moments in your life, say, when you were married?" His mother replied: "My happiest moment then was then. My happiest moment now is now. You can really live only in the moment you are in. And that requires unflinching faith."
Great teachers like Jesus, Buddha, Ramakrishna and Vivekananda derived their strength and inspiration not from muscle, mind or intellect but from faith. That is why, they spoke a language that went straight to the hearts of people.
Experience strengthens faith. There is the story of a happy husband and wife in a small town. The wife was cooking and the husband was watching. She was preparing his favourite dish and everything was ready.
The time had come to add salt to the curry. From the container, she picked up some salt and put it in the curry. She looked at the preparation and was not satisfied. She took some more salt but after some thought she put it back in the container. They sat down to eat and the husband complimented her: "It is excellent but tell me, why did you put back the salt in the container the second time?" She said: " Anubhava : Experience."
Those who have faith experience God. They don't see Him; they feel His presence, sometimes through a spiritual teacher. Shankaracharya in his Guru Vandana says: "I salute the guru, who by applying the collyrium of wisdom to the eyes of one suffering from the myopia of spiritual blindness, opens his eyes to light and truth".
A folk song says: "Thank God for unanswered prayers. Therefore, grow as you need to be a stronger person. When you continue to grow in faith, great things are going to happen and when they do, you need strength to bear it. Faith will make you stronger".
FullMoon, what wonderful stories of faith. Thank you for sharing those.
if we cloister ourselves in front of life in the conviction, we -for whatever reason- are better and have more than the other, food for thought won´t approach brain or mind...In other words, only utter tolerance enables food for thought to prosper and enrich you inside, which is good for you, however this sounds...Think of the mutual exchange mingling with folks of the world....
Thank you, Mongi. What a perfect world if everyone just got along with each other and respected each other's opinions.
A togetherness between two people is an impossibility, and where it seems, nevertheless, to exist, it is a narrowing, a reciprocal agreement which robs either one party or both of his fullest freedom and development. But once the realization is accepted that even between the closest human beings infinite distances continue to exist, a wonderful living side by side can grow up, if they succeed in loving the distance between them which makes it possible for each to see the other whole against a wide sky!
Letters to a Young Poet, 1903
Translated by J.B. Greene and M.D.H. Norton