Heartprints

Whatever our hands touch -
We leave fingerprints!
On walls, on furniture
On doorknobs, dishes, books.
There's no escape.
As we touch we leave our identity.
Wherever I go today
Help me leave heartprints!
Heartprints of compassion
Of understanding and love.
Heartprints of kindness
And genuine concern.
May my heart touch a lonely neighbor
Or a runaway daughter
Or an anxious mother
Or perhaps an aged grandfather.
Send me out today
To leave heartprints.
And if someone should say,
"I felt your touch,"
May they also sense the love
that is deep within my heart.
-Author Unknown

The Laughing Song

When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy,
And the dimpling stream runs laughing by;
When the air does laugh with our merry wit,
And the green hill laughs with the noise of it;

when the meadows laugh with lively green,
And the grasshopper laughs in the merry scene,
When Mary and Susan and Emily
With their sweet round mouths sing "Ha, ha he!"

When the painted birds laugh in the shade,
Where our table with cherries and nuts is spread:
Come live, and be merry, and join with me,
To sing the sweet chorus of "Ha, ha, he!"

A Simple Day

To wake up in the morning , knowing you`re still alive ,

To know you have a choice each day , starting afresh ,

To find joy in every day , acknowledging simple pleasures,

To live in the present moment , engaging your awareness,

To count the blessings in life , believing abundance abounds,

To enjoy the work you do , following your passion.

To make a little difference , adding to the universe ,

To be what you are , listening to your inner being ,

To give away love , rejoicing in the chance to give .

To receive love with gratitude , feeling good about it .

To smile at strangers , seeing how infectious it can be ,

To speak words of kindness , spreading a little warmth ,

To understand with compassion , opening up all the beauty ,

To feel the warmth of the sun , glowing upon your skin ,

To appreciate the nature , soaking up all the beauty ,

To feel the warmth of the sun , glowing upon your skin ,

To listen to the falling rain , pattering on the grounds,

To taste the richness of food , sliding down your throat ,

To smell the freshness of air , filling up your lungs ,

To see the falling night , concluding a well-lived day ,

That`s life , that`s living .

That`s the core of what really matters ...

And if I`ve missed out anything,

Please let love make up for all of it .

New favorite poem...

For Her / If Not For Her

For her, for knowing her,
I am more than I was.
She awakened a soul
long in slumber.
Lit the pathway back
from the darkness that was my exile.
In times of grief or trouble
she finds the way to lift me up.
Her smile, her laugh, her voice
conjure contentment long lost.
Her gentle nature is a balefire
of the vanishing good in the world.
Forever unable to say the words
I hope she's known.
I am less than.
If not for her.