SUMMER 2009(Anonymous 17th Century Sermon)
Please be gentle with yourself and others.
[This comes from Ken Thompson, Seaville MM. He writes: “I found the poem on line … one of those deals where I was searching for something and out of nowhere I stumbled upon it. I think it was meant to be found and shared …. I think God took me there…” –Ed.]
We are all children of chance,
And none can say why some fields blossom
While others lay brown beneath the harvest sun.
Take hope that your season will come.
Share the joy of those whose season is at hand.
Care for those around you.
Look past your differences.
Their dreams are no less than yours,
Their choices in life no more easily made.
And give.
Give in any way you can.
Give in every way you can.
Give whatever you possess.
Give from your heart.
To give is to love.
To withhold is to wither.
Care less for the size of your harvest
than for how it is shared,
And your life will have meaning
And your heart will have peace.RETURN TO TABLE OF CONTENTS
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