To Let Go Doesn't Mean To Stop Caring
To let go doesn't mean to stop caring, it means I can't do it for someone else. To let go is not to cut myself off, it's the realization that I can't control another. To let go is not to enable, but to allow learning from natural consequences. To let go is to admit powerlessness, which means the outcome is not in my hands. To let go is not to try to change or blame another, I can only change myself. To let go is not to care for, but to care about. To let go is not to fix, but to be supportive. To let go is not to judge, but to allow another to be a human being. To let go is not to be in the middle arranging all the outcome, but to allow others to effect their own outcomes. To let go is not to be protective, it is to permit another to face reality. To let go is not to deny, but to accept. To let go is not to nag, scold, or argue, but to search out my own shortcomings and to correct them. To let go is not to adjust everything to my desires, but to take each day as it comes, and to cherish the moment. To let go is not to criticize or regulate anyone, but to try to become whatever dream I can be. To let go is not to regret the past, but to grow and live for the future. To let go is to fear less and to love more.
May You Always Have An Angel
May you always have an angel by your side Watching out for you in all the things you do Reminding you to keep believing in brighter days Finding ways for your wishes and dreams to take you to beautiful places Giving you hope that is as certain as the sun Giving you the strength of serenity as your guide May you always have love and comfort and courage And may you always have an angel by your side May you always have an angel by your side Someone there to catch you if you fall Encouraging your dreams Inspiring your happiness Holding your hand and helping you through it all In all of our days, our lives are always changing Tears come along as well as smiles Along the roads you travel, may the miles be a thousand times more lovely than lonely May they give you the kind of gifts that never, ever end: someone wonderful to love and a dear friend in whom you can confide May you have rainbows after every storm May you have hopes to keep you warm And may you always have an angel by your side
Beautiful Hands - From Robi30
Such beautiful,beautiful hands, They're neither white nor small. And you, I know, would scarcely think, that they were fair at all. I've looked on hands whose form and hue, A Sculptor's
dream might be, Yet are these age'd wrinkled hands, Most beautiful to me. Such beautiful,beautiful hands Though heart were weary and sad These patient hands kept toiling on, That us children might be glad. I almost weep when looking back To my childhood's distant day. I think how these hands rested not,
When mine were at their play. Such beautiful,beautiful hands, They're growing feeble now And time and pain have left their mark, On hand and heart and brow. Alas Alas, the nearing time And the sad, sad day to me, When beneath the daises, out of sight These hands must folded be. But oh beyond the shadowy lands, Where all is bright and fair, I know full well these dear old hands Will palms of victory bear. When crystal streams,through endless years, Flow over golden sands, And where the old are young again, I'll hold my Grandmother's hands.
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