tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87962251301868918772024-02-20T10:22:13.317-08:00poemsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8796225130186891877.post-87717997473102803552015-12-06T18:36:00.003-08:002015-12-06T18:36:26.962-08:00JJ: http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLld2XBK8z71nqaR6QnOZ56n-yvQxSxxpZUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8796225130186891877.post-87551222613113694042008-05-05T23:00:00.000-07:002008-05-05T23:09:05.528-07:00<p><span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"><b>Everyone Needs Someone</b></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"> by: Helen Steiner Rice, <a href="http://rupert.goulburn.net.au/%7Ewendy/index.html/">Wendy's Page</a></span> </p><p> <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"> <tbody> <tr> <td> <table align="right" border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0"> <tbody> <tr> <td> <table bg border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0" hspace="2" vspace="2" width="150" style="color:#000000;"> <tbody> <tr> <td> <table bg border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%" style="color:#ffffcc;"> <tbody> <tr> <td> <table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="100%"> <tbody> <tr> <td bg style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"><br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;"><story>People need people and friends need friends,<br />And we all need love for a full life depends-<br />Not on vast riches or great acclaim,<br />Not on success or on worldy fame,<br />But just in knowing that someone cares,<br />And holds us close in their thoughts and prayers-<br />For only the knowledge that we're understood,<br />Makes everyday living feel wonderfully good,<br />And we rob ourselves of life's greatest need,<br />When we "lock up our hearts" and fail to heed,<br />The outstretched hand reaching to find,<br />A kindred spirit whose heart and mind,<br />Are lonely and longing to somehow share,<br />Our joys and sorrows and to make us aware,<br />That life's completeness and richness depends,<br />On the things we share with our loved ones,<br />and friends. </story></span></td></tr></tbody></table></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.wishafriend.com/graphics/" target="new"><img src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg294/wafpaf/graphics/easter/easter11.jpg" border="0" alt="Myspace Graphics" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.wishafriend.com/graphics/" target="new">Myspace Graphics</a> at WishAFriend.com<br /><br /><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"><b>Easter Reflections</b></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"> by: Helen Steiner Rice, <a href="http://rupert.goulburn.net.au/%7Ewendy/index.html/">Wendy's Page</a></span> </p><p> <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"> <tbody> <tr> <td> <table align="right" border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0"> <tbody> <tr> <td> <table bg border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0" hspace="2" vspace="2" width="150" style="color:#000000;"> <tbody> <tr> <td> <table bg border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%" style="color:#ffffcc;"> <tbody> <tr> <td> <table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="100%"> <tbody> <tr> <td bg style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"><br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;"><story>With OUR EYES we see<br />the beauty of Easter<br />as the earch awakens once more... </story></span><p><span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;">With OUR EARS we hear<br />the birds sing sweetly<br />to tell us Spring again is here... </span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;">With OUR HANDS we pick<br />the golden daffodils<br />and the fragrant hyacinths... </span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;">But only with OUR HEARTS<br />can we feel the MIRACLE of GOD'S LOVE<br />which redeems all men... </span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;">And only with OUR SOUL<br />can we make our 'pilgrimage to God'<br />and inherit His Easter Gift of ETERNAL LIFE. </span></p></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family:ms sans serif, geneva;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"><br /><br /></span></p><br /><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"><b>Easter Prayer, An</b></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"> by: Helen Steiner Rice, <a href="http://rupert.goulburn.net.au/%7Ewendy/index.html/">Wendy's Page</a></span> </p><p> <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"> <tbody> <tr> <td> <table align="right" border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0"> <tbody> <tr> <td> <table bg border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0" hspace="2" vspace="2" width="150" style="color:#000000;"> <tbody> <tr> <td> <table bg border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%" style="color:#ffffcc;"> <tbody> <tr> <td> <table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="100%"> <tbody> <tr> <td bg style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"><br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;"><story>God, give us eyes to see<br />the beauty of the Spring,<br />And to behold Your majesty<br />in every living thing -<br />And may we see in lacy leaves<br />and every budding flower<br />The Hand that rules the universe<br />with gentleness and power -<br />And may this Easter grandeur<br />that Spring lavishly imparts<br />Awaken faded flowers of faith<br />lying dormant in our hearts,<br />And give us ears to hear, dear God,<br />the Springtime song of birds<br />With messages more meaningful<br />than man's often empty words<br />Telling harried human beings<br />who are lost in dark despair -<br />'Be like us and do not worry<br />for God has you in His care'. </story></span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family:ms sans serif, geneva;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"><br /></span></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"><b>Climb Till Your Dream Comes True</b></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"> by: Helen Steiner Rice, <a href="http://rupert.goulburn.net.au/%7Ewendy/index.html/">Wendy's Page</a></span> </p><p> <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"> <tbody> <tr> <td> <table align="right" border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0"> <tbody> <tr> <td> <table bg border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0" hspace="2" vspace="2" width="150" style="color:#000000;"> <tbody> <tr> <td> <table bg border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%" style="color:#ffffcc;"> <tbody> <tr> <td> <table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="100%"> <tbody> <tr> <td bg style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"><br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;"><story>often your task will be many,<br />and more than you think you can do..<br />often the hills insurmountable, too..<br />but always remember..<br />the hills ahead are never as steep as they seem,<br />and with faith in your heart, start upward<br />and climb 'til you reach your dream.<br />for nothing in life that is worthy<br />is ever too hard to achieve<br />if you have the faith to believe..<br />for faith is a force that is greater<br />than knowledge or power or skill<br />and many defeats turn to triumph<br />if you trust in god's wisdom and will..<br />there is nothing that god cannot do,<br />so start out today with faith in your heart<br />and climb 'til your dream comes true. </story></span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family:ms sans serif, geneva;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"><br /><br /></span></p><br /><br /><br /><table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"><tbody><tr> <td width="5"><br /></td> <td valign="top" width="413"> <table align="center" bg border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0" width="98%" style="color:#ffffff;"> <tbody> <tr> <td align="left"> <p><span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"><b>Bright New World, A</b></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"> by: Helen Steiner Rice, <a href="http://rupert.goulburn.net.au/%7Ewendy/index.html/">Wendy's Page</a></span> </p><p> <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"> <tbody> <tr> <td> <table align="right" border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0"> <tbody> <tr> <td> <table bg border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0" hspace="2" vspace="2" width="150" style="color:#000000;"> <tbody> <tr> <td> <table bg border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%" style="color:#ffffcc;"> <tbody> <tr> <td> <table style="width: 133px; height: 112px;" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"> <tbody> <tr> <td bg style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"><br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;"><story>We feel so sad when those we love<br />Are touched by deaths dark hand,<br />Bu it would ease our sorrow<br />If we could but understand<br />That death is just a gateway<br />That all men must pass through<br />And on the other side of death,<br />In a world that's bright and new,<br />Our loved ones wait to welcome us<br />To that land free from tears<br />Where joy becomes eternal<br />And time is not counted by years. </story></span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family:ms sans serif, geneva;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"><br /></span></p></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><br /><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#c79a94;">A Mother's Love</span></p><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;" > <p align="center"><span style="color:#c79a94;">A Mother's love is something that no on can explain,<br />It is made of deep devotion and of sacrifice and pain,</span></p> <p align="center"><span style="color:#c79a94;"><br />It is endless and unselfish and enduring come what may<br />For nothing can destroy it or take that love away . . .</span></p> <p align="center"><span style="color:#c79a94;"><br />It is patient and forgiving when all others are forsaking,<br />And it never fails or falter seven though the heart is breaking . . .</span></p> <p align="center"><span style="color:#c79a94;"><br />It believes beyond believing when the world around condemns,<br />And it glows with all the beauty of the rarest, brightest gems . . .</span></p> <p align="center"><span style="color:#c79a94;"><br />It is far beyond defining, it defies all explanation,<br />And it still remains a secret like the mysteries of creation . . .</span></p> <p align="center"><span style="color:#c79a94;"><br />A many splendoured miracle man cannot understand<br />And another wondrous evidence of God's tender guiding hand.</span></p> <p align="center"><span style="color:#c79a94;">~Helen Steiner Rice~</span></p></span><br /><br /><br />AN INSPIRATIONAL POEM<br />When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,When the road you're trudging seems all uphill,When the funds are low and the debts are high,And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,When care is pressing you down a bit-Rest if you must, but don't you quit.<br />Life is queer with its twists and turns,As every one of us sometimes learns,And many a fellow turns aboutWhen he might have won had he stuck it out.Don't give up though the pace seems slow -You may succeed with another blow.<br />Often the goal is nearer thanIt seems to a faint and faltering man;Often the struggler has given upWhe he might have captured the victor's cup;And he learned too late when the night came down,How close he was to the golden crown.<br />Success is failure turned inside out -The silver tint in the clouds of doubt,And you never can tell how close you are,It might be near when it seems afar;So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit -It's when things seem worst that you must not quit.<br />~By Helen Stiener Rice~<br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"><b><a href="http://www.wishafriend.com/graphics/" 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dreams.<br /><br />So do not sit and idly wish<br />For wider, new dimensions<br />where you can put into practice,<br />Your many good intentions.<br /><br />But at the spot God placed you<br />Begin at once to do,<br />Little things to brighten up<br />The lives surrounding you.<br /><br />If everybody brightened up<br />The spot where their standing,<br />By being more considerate,<br />And a little less demanding.<br /><br />This dark old world would very soon<br />Eclipse the evening star,<br />If everybody brightened up<br />The corner where they are!<br /><br /><br /><br />How often we wish for another chance<br />to make a fresh beginning.<br />A chance to blot out our mistakes<br />And change failure into winning.<br />It does not take a new day<br />To make a brand new start,<br />It only takes a deep desire<br />To try with all our heart.<br />To live a little better<br />And to always be forgiving<br />And to add a little sunshine<br />To the world in which we're living.<br />So never give up in despair<br />And think that you are through,<br />For there's always a tomorrow<br />And the hope of starting new.<br /> <br /><br />Helen Steiner Rice<br /><br /> Helen Steiner Rice (1900-1981) <br /><br />--------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /> <br />Rice was born in Ohio into a family of immigrants. Often referred to as “poet laureate of inspirational verses” Rice dreamed of attending college and one day became a congresswoman. <br /><br />Her ambition was shattered when her German father died during the Spanish Flu epidemic in 1918, making her the sole breadwinner of the family. To make ends meet she worked at a lighting company, helping other women to decorate lampshades. <br /><br />She climbed up the corporate ladder until she managed to get to the position of advertising manager. <br /><br />Due to the nature of the business, this petite lady (she's less than 5 feet tall) went criss-crossing the nation for lectures in her industry. During this time she met a young and rich banker and married him. After their honeymoon, Rice lived in a 14 rooms house, complete with 3 expansive cars at her disposal. <br /><br />On the same year, the stock market crashed and her husband lost his job, went broke and both were in enormous debt. Rice went back to work for a greeting card company to make ends meet. One day while at work, her husband committed suicide. She was a young widow at 32. <br /><br />Her work writing verses at the greeting card company was where she made her mark in the literary circle with her inspirational poetry. During her lifetime she published around 10 books of poetry but after her death, her foundation published 65 more. <br /><br />She suffered from arthritis during her old age. At 79, she fell, broke her hips and two years later Helen died – leaving behind a Helen Steiner Foundation to help the poor and needy; and a collection of beautiful inspirational poetry to the rest of the world.<br /><br /><br />Our Father knows what's best for us,<br />So why should we complain ...<br />We always want the sunshine,<br />But He knows there must be rain.<br /><br />We love the sound of laughter<br />And the merriment of cheer;<br />But our hearts would lose their tenderness<br />If we never shed a tear.<br /><br />Our Father tests us often<br />With suffering and with sorrow;<br />He tests us, not to punish us,<br />But to help us meet "tomorrow."<br /><br />For growing trees are strengthened<br />When they withstand the storm;<br />And the sharp cut of the chisel<br />Gives the marble grace and form.<br /><br />God never hurts us needlessly,<br />And He never wastes our pain;<br />For every loss He sends to us<br />Is followed by rich gain.<br /><br />And when we count the blessings<br />That God has so freely sent;<br />We will find no cause for murmuring<br />And no time to lament.<br /><br />For Our Father loves His children,<br />And to Him all things are plain;<br />So He never sends us "pleasure"<br />When the "soul's deep need is pain."<br /><br />So whenever we are troubled,<br />And when everything goes wrong,<br />It is just God working in us<br />To make "our spirits strong."<br />~ Helen Steiner Rice ~<br /><br /><br />A Friend loves at all times<br />Proverbs 17:17Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8796225130186891877.post-82413080862655200422008-05-05T22:26:00.000-07:002008-05-05T22:41:46.481-07:00When I Must Leave YouWhen I Must Leave You<br /> by: Helen Steiner Rice,<br /> <br /> <br />When I must leave you<br />for a little while,<br />Please do not grieve<br />and shed wild tears<br />And hug your sorrow<br />to you through the years,<br />But start out bravely<br />with a gallant smile;<br />And for my sake<br />and in my name<br />Live on and do<br />all things the same<br />Feed not your lonliness<br />on empty days<br />But fill each waking hour<br />in useful ways<br />Reach out your hand<br />in comfort and in cheer<br />And I in turn will comfort you<br />and hold you near;<br />And never, never<br />Be afraid to die,<br />For I am waiting<br />For you in the sky! <br /><br /> <style type="text/css">.dundoo-preview div, .dundoo-preview img {width: 99px;height: 99px;border: 2px solid black;}</style><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2" width="305" height="204" class="dundoo-preview"><tr><td><a href="http://www.dundoo.com/view.php?id=6288087" target="_blank"><img alt=" Photo Collage" border="0" style="display: block;" src="http://www.dundoo.com/uploads/0323/thumb_1fba254f96e89258ca242c182e9620bd.jpeg"/></a></td><td><a href="http://www.dundoo.com/view.php?id=6287747" target="_blank"><img alt=" Photo Collage" border="0" style="display: block;" 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<tbody> <tr> <td> <table bg border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0" hspace="2" vspace="2" width="150" style="color:#000000;"> <tbody> <tr> <td> <table bg border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%" style="color:#ffffcc;"> <tbody> <tr> <td> <table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="100%"> <tbody> <tr> <td bg style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"><br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;"><story>The dearest gifts that heaven holds,<br />The very finest, too,<br />Were made into one pattern<br />That was perfect, sweet, and true;<br />The Angels smiled, well-pleased, and said:<br />"Compared to all the others,<br />This pattern is so wonderful<br />Let's use it just for Mothers!"<br />And through the years, a Mother<br />Has been all that's sweet and good<br />For there's one bit of God and love,<br />In all true Motherhood. </story></span></td></tr></tbody></table></p><p><br /></p> <tbody> <tr> <td align="left"> <p><span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"><b>Rejoice, Rejoice</b></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"> by: Helen Steiner Rice<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Let Not Your Heart Be Troubled<br />Let not your soul be sad<br />Easter is a time of joy<br />When all hearts should be glad,<br />Glad to know that Jesus Christ<br />Made it possible for men<br />To have their sins forgiven<br />And, like Him, to live again . . .<br />So at this joyous season<br />May the wondrous Easter Story<br />Renew our Faith so we may be<br />Partakers of "His Glory!"<br /><br />Thoughts Of Love On Your Birthday Helen Steiner Rice,<br /><br /><br /><br />Birthdays are occasion<br />for compliments and praise<br />And saying many of the things<br />we don't say other days -<br />For thoughts of love and gratitude<br />are fragile, cherished things,<br />As gossamer as fleecy clouds<br />or hummingbirds' small wings,<br />And often through the passing days<br />we feel deep down inside<br />Unspoken thoughts of thankfulness<br />and fond, admiring pride -<br />But words can say so little<br />when the heart is overflowing<br />And often those we love the most<br />must have no way of knowing<br />the many things the heart conceals<br />and never can impart,<br />For words seem so inadequate<br />to express what's in the heart -<br />But since it is your birthday<br />I thought it would be nice<br />If I let this first edition verse<br />by Helen Steiner Rice<br />In some small way express the things<br />that I would like to say<br />Not only on your birthday<br />but on every other day.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.wishafriend.com/graphics/" target="new"><img src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg294/wafpaf/graphics/inspirationalquotes/inspirationalquotes8.jpg" border="0" alt="Myspace Graphics" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.wishafriend.com/graphics/" target="new">Myspace Graphics</a> at WishAFriend.com<br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"><b>Mother's Love, A</b></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"> by: Helen Steiner Rice, <a href="http://rupert.goulburn.net.au/%7Ewendy/index.html/">Wendy's Page</a></span> </p><p> <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"> <tbody> <tr> <td> <table align="right" border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0"> <tbody> <tr> <td> <table bg border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0" hspace="2" vspace="2" width="150" style="color:#000000;"> <tbody> <tr> <td> <table bg border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%" style="color:#ffffcc;"> <tbody> <tr> <td> <table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="100%"> <tbody> <tr> <td bg style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"><br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;"><story>A Mother's love is something<br />that no on can explain,<br />It is made of deep devotion<br />and of sacrifice and pain,<br />It is endless and unselfish<br />and enduring come what may<br />For nothing can destroy it<br />or take that love away . . .<br />It is patient and forgiving<br />when all others are forsaking,<br />And it never fails or falters<br />even though the heart is breaking . . .<br />It believes beyond believing<br />when the world around condemns,<br />And it glows with all the beauty<br />of the rarest, brightest gems . . .<br />It is far beyond defining,<br />it defies all explanation,<br />And it still remains a secret<br />like the mysteries of creation . . .<br />A many splendoured miracle<br />man cannot understand<br />And another wondrous evidence<br />of God's tender guiding hand. </story></span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family:ms sans serif, geneva;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"><br /></span></p><br /><br /><br /><br />A mother's love is like an island<br />in life's ocean vast and wide-<br />A peaceful, quiet shelter<br />from the restless, rising tide.<br />A mother's love is like a fortress,<br />and we seek protection there<br />When the waves of tribulation<br />seem to drown us in despair.<br />A mother's love is a sanctuary<br />where our souls can find sweet rest<br />From the struggle and the tension<br />of life's fast and futile quest.<br />A mother's love is like a tower<br />rising far above the crowd,<br />And her smile is like the sunshine<br />breaking through a threatening cloud.<br />A mother's love is like a beacon<br />burning bright with faith and prayer,<br />And through the changing scenes of life<br />we can find a haven there.<br />For a mother's life is fashioned<br />after God's enduring love-<br />It is endless and unfailing<br />like the love of Him above.<br />For God knew he couldn't be everywhere,<br />So He put His little children<br />in a loving mother's care. </story></span></td></tr></tbody><span style="font-family:ms sans serif, geneva;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"><a href="http://www.wishafriend.com/graphics/" target="new"><img src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg294/wafpaf/graphics/inspirationalquotes/inspirationalquotes8.jpg" border="0" alt="Myspace Graphics" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.wishafriend.com/graphics/" target="new">Myspace Graphics</a> at WishAFriend.com<br /></span></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />>MOTHER is a word called LOVE<br />And all the world is mindful of<br />The love that's given and shown to others<br />Is different from THE LOVE OF MOTHERS...<br />For Mothers play the leading roles<br />In giving birth to little souls,<br />For though 'small souls' are heaven-sent<br />And we realise they're only lent,<br />It takes a Mother's loving hands<br />And her gentle heart that understands<br />To mould and shape this little life<br />And shelter it through storm and strife…<br />No other love than MOTHER LOVE<br />Could do the things required of<br />The one whom God gives the keeping<br />Of His wee lambs, awake or sleeping,<br />So Mothers are a 'special race'<br />God sent to earth to take His place,<br />And MOTHER is a lovely name<br />That even SAINTS are proud to claim.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.wishafriend.com/graphics/" target="new"><img src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg294/wafpaf/graphics/inspirational/inspirational5.jpg" border="0" alt="Myspace Graphics" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.wishafriend.com/graphics/" target="new">Myspace Graphics</a> at WishAFriend.com<br /> </story></span></td></tr></tbody><span style="font-family:ms sans serif, geneva;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"><br /></span></p><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.wishafriend.com/graphics/" target="new"><img src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg294/wafpaf/graphics/inspirational/inspirational8.gif" border="0" alt="Myspace Graphics"></a><br><a href="http://www.wishafriend.com/graphics/" target="new">Myspace Graphics</a> at WishAFriend.com<br /><br /><br /><p><font color="#333333" face="verdana,arial,helvetica" size="4"><b>It's So Nice To Have A Dad Around The House</b></font><br /><font size="1"> by: Helen Steiner Rice, <a href="http://rupert.goulburn.net.au/%7Ewendy/index.html/">Wendy's Page</a></font> </p><p> <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"> <tbody> <tr> <td> <table align="right" border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0"> <tbody> <tr> <td> <table bgcolor="#000000" border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0" hspace="2" vspace="2" width="150"> <tbody> <tr> <td> <table bgcolor="#ffffcc" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"> <tbody> <tr> <td> <table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="100%"> <tbody> <tr> <td bgcolor="#ffffff"><font face="verdana,arial,helvetica" size="1"><br /></font></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table><font face="verdana,arial,helvetica" size="2"><STORY>DADS are special people<br />No home should be without,<br />For every family will agree<br />They're 'SO NICE TO HAVE ABOUT' -<br />They are a happy mixture<br />Of a 'SMALL BOY' and a 'MAN'<br />And they're very necessary<br />In every 'FAMILY PLAN' -<br />Sometimes they're most demanding<br />And stern, and firm and tough<br />But underneath they're 'soft as silk'<br />For this is just a 'BLUFF' -<br />But in any kind of trouble<br />Dad reaches out his hand.<br />And you can always count on him<br />To help and understand -<br />And while we do not praise Dad<br />as often as we should,<br />We love him and admire him,<br />And while that's understood,<br />It's only fair to emphasise<br />His importance and his worth -<br />For if there were no loving Dads<br />This would be a 'LOVELESS EARTH'. </STORY></font></td></tr></tbody></table><font color="#666666" face="ms sans serif, geneva" size="1"><br /></font></p><br /><br /><br /><table align="center" bg border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0" width="98%" style="color:#ffffff;"> <tbody> <tr> <td align="left"> <p><span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"><b>Help Yourself To Happiness</b></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"> by: Helen Steiner Rice, <a href="http://rupert.goulburn.net.au/%7Ewendy/index.html/">Wendy's Page</a></span> </p><p> <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"> <tbody> <tr> <td> <table align="right" border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0"> <tbody> <tr> <td> <table bg border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0" hspace="2" vspace="2" width="150" style="color:#000000;"> <tbody> <tr> <td> <table bg border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%" style="color:#ffffcc;"> <tbody> <tr> <td> <table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="100%"> <tbody> <tr> <td bg style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"><br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;"><story>Everybody, everywhere<br />seeks happiness, it's true,<br />But finding it and keeping it<br />seem difficult to do.<br />Difficult because we think<br />that happiness is found<br />Only in the places where<br />wealth and fame abound.<br />And so we go on searching<br />in palaces of pleasure<br />Seeking recognition<br />and monetary treasure,<br />Unaware that happiness<br />is just a state of mind<br />Within the reach of everyone<br />who takes time to be kind.<br />For in making others happy<br />we will be happy, too.<br />For the happiness you give away<br />returns to shine on you.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.wishafriend.com/graphics/" target="new"><img src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg294/wafpaf/graphics/inspirational/inspirational10.gif" border="0" alt="Myspace Graphics" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.wishafriend.com/graphics/" target="new">Myspace Graphics</a> at WishAFriend.com<br /></story></span></td></tr></tbody></table></p></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"><b>Heart Gifts</b></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"> by: Helen Steiner Rice, <a href="http://rupert.goulburn.net.au/%7Ewendy/index.html/">Wendy's Page</a></span> </p><p> <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"> <tbody> <tr> <td> <table align="right" border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0"> <tbody> <tr> <td> <table bg border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0" hspace="2" vspace="2" width="150" style="color:#000000;"> <tbody> <tr> <td> <table bg border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%" style="color:#ffffcc;"> <tbody> <tr> <td> <table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="100%"> <tbody> <tr> <td bg style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"><br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;"><story>It's not the things that can be bought<br />that are life's richest treasure,<br />It's just the little<br />"heart gifts"<br />that money cannot measure...<br />A cheerful smile, a friendly word,<br />a sympathetic nod<br />Are priceless little treasures<br />from the storehouse<br />of our God...<br />They are the things that can't be bought<br />with silver or with gold,<br />For thoughtfulness and kindness<br />and love are never sold...<br />They are the priceless things in life<br />for which no one can pay,<br />And the giver finds rich recompense<br />In giving them away. </story></span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family:ms sans serif, geneva;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"><a href="http://www.wishafriend.com/graphics/" target="new"><img src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg294/wafpaf/graphics/romanticthoughts/romanticthoughts3.gif" border="0" alt="Myspace Graphics" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.wishafriend.com/graphics/" target="new">Myspace Graphics</a> at WishAFriend.com<br /></span></p><br />\<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.wishafriend.com/graphics/" target="new"><img src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg294/wafpaf/graphics/romanticthoughts/romanticthoughts12.gif" border="0" alt="Myspace Graphics" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.wishafriend.com/graphics/" target="new">Myspace Graphics</a> at WishAFriend.com<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"><b>Haven Of The Heart</b></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"> by: Helen Steiner Rice, <a href="http://rupert.goulburn.net.au/%7Ewendy/index.html/">Wendy's Page</a></span> </p><p> <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"> <tbody> <tr> <td> <table align="right" border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0"> <tbody> <tr> <td> <table bg border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0" hspace="2" vspace="2" width="150" style="color:#000000;"> <tbody> <tr> <td> <table bg border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%" style="color:#ffffcc;"> <tbody> <tr> <td> <table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="100%"> <tbody> <tr> <td bg style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"><br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;"><story>our father, who art in heaven,<br />hear this little prayer<br />and reach across the miles today<br />that stretch from here to there,<br />so I may feel much closer<br />to those I am fondest of,<br />and they may know I think of them<br />with thankfulness and love.<br />and help all people everywhere<br />who must often dwell apart<br />to know that they are together<br />in the haven of the heart. </story></span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family:ms sans serif, geneva;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"><br /></span></p><br /><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"><b>Gift Of Lasting Love, The</b></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"> by: Helen Steiner Rice, <a href="http://www.netpoets.com/">Passion In Poetry</a></span> </p><p> <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"> <tbody> <tr> <td> <table align="right" border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0"> <tbody> <tr> <td> <table bg border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0" hspace="2" vspace="2" width="150" style="color:#000000;"> <tbody> <tr> <td> <table bg border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%" style="color:#ffffcc;"> <tbody> <tr> <td> <table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="100%"> <tbody> <tr> <td bg style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"><br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;"><story>Love is much more than a tender caress<br />and more than bright hours of gay happiness,<br />For a lasting love is made up of sharing<br />both hours that are 'joyous' and also 'despairing'…<br />It's made up of patience and deep understanding<br />and never of selfish and stubborn demanding,<br />It's made up of climbing and steep hills together<br />and facing with courage life's stormiest weather<br />And nothing on earth or in heaven can part<br />a love that has grown to be part of the heart,<br />And just like the sun and the stars and the sea,<br />this love will go on through eternity -<br />For 'true love' lives on when earthly things die,<br />for it's part of the Spirit that soars to the sky. </story></span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family:ms sans serif, geneva;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"><br /><br /></span></p><br /><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"><b>Friendships Flower</b></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"> by: Helen Steiner Rice, <a href="http://rupert.goulburn.net.au/%7Ewendy/index.html/">Wendy's Page</a></span> </p><p> <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"> <tbody> <tr> <td> <table align="right" border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0"> <tbody> <tr> <td> <table bg border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0" hspace="2" vspace="2" width="150" style="color:#000000;"> <tbody> <tr> <td> <table bg border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%" style="color:#ffffcc;"> <tbody> <tr> <td> <table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="100%"> <tbody> <tr> <td bg style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"><br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;"><story>Life is like a garden<br />And friendship like a flower,<br />That blooms and grows in beauty<br />With the sunshine and the shower. </story></span><p><span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;">And lovely are the blossoms<br />That are tended with great care,<br />By those who work unselfishly<br />To make the place more fair. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;">And, like the garden blossoms,<br />Friendship's flower grows more sweet<br />When watched and tended carefully<br />By those we know and meet. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;">And, if the seed of friendship<br />Is planted deep and true<br />And watched with understanding,<br />Friendship's flower will bloom for you. </span></p></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family:ms sans serif, geneva;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"><br /></span></p><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.wishafriend.com/graphics/" target="new"><img src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg294/wafpaf/graphics/friendshipquotes/frq2.jpg" border="0" alt="Myspace Graphics" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.wishafriend.com/graphics/" target="new">Myspace Graphics</a> at WishAFriend.com<br /><br /><br /><br /><table align="center" bg border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0" width="98%" style="color:#ffffff;"> <tbody> <tr> <td align="left"> <p><span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"><b>For Such A Little While</b></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"> by: Helen Steiner Rice, <a href="http://rupert.goulburn.net.au/%7Ewendy/index.html/">Wendy's Page</a></span> </p><p> <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"> <tbody> <tr> <td> <table align="right" border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0"> <tbody> <tr> <td> <table bg border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0" hspace="2" vspace="2" width="150" style="color:#000000;"> <tbody> <tr> <td> <table bg border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%" style="color:#ffffcc;"> <tbody> <tr> <td> <table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="100%"> <tbody> <tr> <td bg style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"><br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;"><story>God gave you your daughter<br />For such a little while;<br />He put a bit of heaven<br />In the sunshine of her smile. </story></span><p><span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;">He took dust from<br />The brightest twinkling stars<br />And made her sparkling eyes;<br />And now, she's gone back home to God,<br />To play up in the skies. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;">And though she left so quickly<br />That your hearts are grieved and sad,<br />We know she lives with God<br />And her small heart is glad. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;">And though your precious darling<br />Was just a rosebud small;<br />She'll bloom in all her beauty<br />On the other side of the wall. </span></p></td></tr></tbody></table></p></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><font color="#333333" face="verdana,arial,helvetica" size="4"><b>Friendship Is A Priceless Gift</b></font><br /><font size="1"> by: Helen Steiner Rice, <a href="http://rupert.goulburn.net.au/%7Ewendy/index.html/">Wendy's Page</a></font> </p><p> <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"> <tbody> <tr> <td> <table align="right" border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0"> <tbody> <tr> <td> <table bgcolor="#000000" border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0" hspace="2" vspace="2" width="150"> <tbody> <tr> <td> <table bgcolor="#ffffcc" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"> <tbody> <tr> <td> <table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="100%"> <tbody> <tr> <td bgcolor="#ffffff"><font face="verdana,arial,helvetica" size="1"><br /></font></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table><font face="verdana,arial,helvetica" size="2"><STORY>Friendship is a priceless gift<br />that cannot be bought or sold.<br />But its value is far greater,<br />than a mountain made of gold. </STORY></font><p><font face="verdana,arial,helvetica" size="2">For gold is cold and lifeless<br />it can neither see nor hear,<br />and in the time of trouble<br />it is powerless to cheer,<br />it has no ears to listen nor heart to understand,<br />It cannot bring you comfort or reach out a helping hand. </font></p><p><font face="verdana,arial,helvetica" size="2">So when you ask God for a gift<br />Be thankful if he sends not diamonds,<br />pearls or riches but the love of real TRUE FRIENDS. </font></p></td></tr></tbody></table><font color="#666666" face="ms sans serif, geneva" size="1"><br /></font></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"><b>Fathers Are Wonderful People</b></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"> by: Helen Steiner Rice, <a href="http://rupert.goulburn.net.au/%7Ewendy/index.html/">Wendy's Page</a></span> </p><p> <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"> <tbody> <tr> <td> <table align="right" border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0"> <tbody> <tr> <td> <table bg border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0" hspace="2" vspace="2" width="150" style="color:#000000;"> <tbody> <tr> <td> <table bg border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%" style="color:#ffffcc;"> <tbody> <tr> <td> <table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="100%"> <tbody> <tr> <td bg style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"><br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;"><story>Fathers are wonderful people<br />Too little understood,<br />And we do not sing their praises<br />As often as we should... </story></span><p><span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;">For, somehow, Father seems to be<br />The man who pays the bills,<br />While Mother binds up little hurts<br />And nurses all our ills... </span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;">And Father struggles daily<br />To live up to "his image"<br />As protector and provider<br />And "hero of the scrimmage"... </span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;">And perhaps that is the reason<br />We sometimes get the notion,<br />That Fathers are not subject<br />To the thing we call emotion, </span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;">But if you look inside Dad's heart,<br />Where no one else can see<br />You'll find he's sentimental<br />And as "soft" as he can be... </span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;">But he's so busy every day<br />In the gruelling race of life,<br />He leaves the sentimental stuff<br />To his partner and his wife... </span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;">But Fathers are just wonderful<br />In a million different ways,<br />And they merit loving compliments<br />And accolades of praise, </span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;">For the only reason Dad aspires<br />To fortune and success<br />Is to make the family proud of him<br />And to bring them happiness... </span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;">And like Our Heavenly Father,<br />He's a guardian and a guide,<br />Someone that we can count on<br />To be always on our side. </span></p></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family:ms sans serif, geneva;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"><br /></span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1