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June 20, 2004 When the solution is simple, God is answering. ~Albert Einstein~ Dad’s Day By Del "Abe" Jones Those who have their Dads with them At least, somewhere on this Earth Are the lucky ones who know them The Men who caused their Birth. There are so many millions Of orphans everywhere Who have neither, Mom or Dad Or anyone else to care. So many in this world today Don’t even know Dad’s name And many more through the years Lost them in War’s deadly game. Some relations are difficult And there may be harsh words, spoken But, even when we are estranged The bloodlines can’t be broken. So, on this Day to Honor them You must tell them, if you can "I love you Dad, and I’m glad You’re part of my life’s plan." When you pass up, that moment To tell Him how you feel You’ll find there’s no more chances That your life’s time, will steal. Del "Abe" Jones 06-18-2004 Sooner or later we begin to understand that love is more than verses on valentines and romance in the movies. We begin to know that love is here and now, real and true, the most important thing in our lives. For love is the creator of our favorite memories and the foundation of our fondest dreams. Love is a promise that is always kept, a fortune that can never be spent, a seed that can flourish in even the most unlikely of places. And this radiance that never fades, this mysterious and magical joy, is the greatest treasure of all -- one known only by those who love....Unknown. Within our hearts, each of us has dreams, like seeds waiting to sprout and grow into beautiful flowers. We are anxious for all these dreams to come about; we long for something we can't have at this moment. In order to nurture your soul, you need to realize this and accept the fact that all things come in time. You must learn to be patient and yet to persist....John Gray.

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

You may give them your love but not your thoughts. For they have their own thoughts.





































By Kahlil Gibran from The Prophet
Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you. You may give them your love but not your thoughts. For they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams. You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you. For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday. You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth. The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far. Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness; For even as he loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.
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