“Worth While” It is easy enough to be pleasant, When life flows by like a song, But the man worth while is one who will smile, When everything goes dead wrong. For the test of the heart is trouble, And it always comes with the years, And the smile that is worth the praises…
Listen “Whoever you are as you read this, Whatever your trouble or grief, I want you to know and to heed this: The day draweth near with relief. No sorrow, no woe is unending, Though heaven seems voiceless and dumb; So sure as your cry is ascending, So surely an answer will come….
The Kintsugi* Thanks to Sandhya Jade Keller, For inspiration, And the second-to-last stanza. At the juncture of Perfection and imperfection, Lays Immaculate Imperfection. There, even the wounded and broken, Emanate Blessings to all. There, even those crushed in sorrow, Are breathless with Bliss. There, even those moving in desire, Breathe Fullness and Completion. There, even…
The devastation that you bear, Causing your heart to rip and tear, I know there’s nothing I can say, That can take this pain away
To radiate uncluttered by the ego of your mind,
and materialistic desire is left far behind.
My thoughts of yesterday
Were cloudy and unclear
Overshadowed by the patterns
Of all those who I was near
In times of sorrow and heartbreaking grief,
it’s hard to remember to keep your belief.
Behind the scenes there is a greater force,
guiding the events of one’s chosen course.
I’ve heard it said, “Don’t go to bed while hanging on to sorrow. You may not have the chance to laugh with those you love tomorrow.”
Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the same well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
This quiet dust was gentlemen and ladies
And lads and girls;
Was laughter and ability and sighing,
One Poetic quote “on sorrow” by Omar Khayyam: “When you are so full of sorrow that you can’t walk, can’t cry anymore, think about the green foliage that sparkles after the rain. When the daylight exhausts you, when you hope a final night will cover the world, think about the awakening of a young child.”…
In the morning of life, when its cares are unknown, And its pleasures in all their new lustre begin,