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Yesterday is gone


Treasures In The Garden

 

Yesterday can’t be brought back

No changes can be made…….

I am told:

Time is like a river.

 We cannot touch the water twice,

because the flow of the river flow,

that has passed

will never flow this way again.

 Enjoy every moment of this life

……. think carefully on every word we say, every action we take,

 for we can’t go back and change any hurts we have caused.

 

My word for today is :”YESTERDAY”

 I am sorry for any past hurts  I caused.

 I would go back and change any hurts; but I can’t. 

 I can only say “I’m sorry!” and you know that I am sincere.

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Making the most out of living


Treasures In The Garden

 

Life is not about finding oneself. It’s about creating oneself.

 

Four things we can’t recover:

 

The stone after it has been thrown.

The word after it’s been said.

The occasion after it has been missed.  

The time after it has gone.

 

And how about:

Laughter is the fireworks of the soul.

All good stuff to ponder upon.

 

My word for today is “CREATING!”

Watching the waves


Treasures In The Garden

 

Dropping that kind word…..

Drop a pebble in the water- just a splash and it is gone.

But there’s half a hundred ripples circling on and on and on.

They are spreading, spreading and the ripples rise and fall.

While the music of the swelling brings a thought for one and all.

As you watch the waves of water as they widen round and round.

Think how simple was their starting, just a pebble from the ground.

Drop an unkind word , or careless, in a second it is gone.

 And there’s half a hundred ripples circling on and on and on. 

They are spreading, ever spreading from the centre as they go,

And there’s not a way to stop them once you’ve started them to flow.

And perhaps in some sad heart a mighty wave of tears you’ve stirred

And disturbed a life once happy when you’ve dropped that unkind word.


Drop a word of cheer and kindness– in a moment it is gone,

But there’s half a hundred ripples circling on and on and on.

Bearing songs and hope and gladness on each buoyant, joyous wave,

Till you’d not believe the volume from the little thought you gave;

And you’ve rolled a wave of comfort whose sweet music may be heard,

 Circling miles and miles around you- just dropping that kind word.

                          From Father Pat’s Minister’s Fraternal Column “A Christian Comment”

How much value there is in giving so little.