THE SERIOUS PLACE
Here I have posted all of the serious writings that I have found while surfing the NET. I have added this page for the enjoyment of those who had rather READ the works of others than create their own.
"Daddy, how much do you make an hour?" With a timid voice and idolizing eyes, the little boy greeted his father as he returned from work. Greatly surprised, but giving his boy a glaring look, the father said: "Look, not even your mother knows that. Don't bother me now, I'm tired."
"But, Daddy, just tell me please! How much do you make an hour?" the boy insisted. The father, finally giving up, replied: "Twenty dollars an hour."
"Okay, Daddy. Could you loan me ten dollars?" the boy asked. Showing his restlessness and positively disturbed, the father yelled: "So that was the reason you asked how much I earn, right? Go to sleep and don't bother me any more!"
It was already dark and the father was thinking about what the boy had sad and was feeling guilty. Maybe, he thought, his son really needed something. Finally, trying to ease his mind, the father went to his son's room.
"Are you asleep?" asked the father.
"No, Daddy. Why?" Replied the boy, partially asleep.
"Here's the money you asked for earlier," the father said.
"Thanks, Daddy!" rejoiced the son, while putting his hand under his pillow and removing some money. "Now I have enough! Now I have twenty dollars!" the boy said to his father, who was gazing at his son, confused at what his son had just said.
Then the little angel said, "Here's my $20.00. Daddy, could you please sell me one hour of your time?"
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Weep Not For Me Weep not for me, or though I am gone,
In all of you, my love lives on.
My lot was a simple one, `til you brought hope so sweet,
Of something finer and greater than I could ever be.
The greatest thing that ever I did,
Was to love and to care for all of my kids.
Oh I was not wealthy in silver and gold,
But in smiles and kisses and blessings untold.
I worked hard every day so that you might be free,
To learn and to dream, to soar joyously.
I couldn't always say what I felt deep inside,
But each time I saw you, my heart burst with pride.
You see, you were all I dreamed I could be,
I never quite got there, but you did it for me.
Each skill that you learn, everything that you do,
Makes me so happy and so proud of you.
For God has blessed you, my family so dear,
And though now I'm gone, He'll always be near.
So weep not for me, the ones that I love.
Know I'm at peace, in our Heavenly Father's love.
By: Wendy Marvel Smith
Copyright (c) 1998, Wendy M. Smith~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
There's Sunshine in a Smile Life is a mixture of sunshine and rain,
Laughter and pleasure, tear-drops and pain;
All days can't be bright, but it's certainly true,
There was never a cloud the sun didn't shine through.
So just keep on smiling whatever betide you,
Secure in the knowledge God is always beside you.
And you'll find when you smile your day will be brighter
and all your burdens will seem so much lighter.
For each time you smile you will find it is true
SOMEBODY, SOMEWHERE will smile back at YOU!
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How Love Raises Children When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you hang my first painting on the refrigerator, and I wanted to paint another one.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you feed a stray cat, and I thought it was good to be kind to animals.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you make my favorite cake for me, and I knew that little things are special things.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I heard you say a prayer, and I believed there is a God I could always talk to.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I felt you kiss me goodnight, and I felt loved.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw tears come from your eyes, and I learned that sometimes things hurt, but it's all right to cry.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw that you cared and I wanted to be everything that I could be.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I looked . . . . and wanted to say thanks for all the things I saw when you thought I wasn't looking.
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A PRAYER FOR THE CHILDREN We pray for the Children
...who sneak popsicles before supper,
...who erase holes in math workbooks,
...who can never find their shoes.
...And we pray for those
...who stare at photographers from behind barbed wire,
...who can't bound down the street in a new pair of sneakers,
...who never "counted potatoes,"
...who are born in places where we wouldn't be caught dead,
...who never go to the circus,
...who live in an X-rated world.
We pray for children
...who bring us sticky kisses and fistfuls of dandelions,
...who hug us in a hurry and forget their lunch money.
...And we pray for those who never get dessert,
...who have no safe blanket to drag behind them,
...who watch their parents watch them die,
...who can't find any bread to steal,
...who don't have any rooms to clean up,
...whose pictures aren't on anybody's dresser,
...whose monsters are real.
We pray for children
...who spend all their allowance before Tuesday,
...who throw tantrums in the grocery store
...and pick at their food,
...who like ghost stories,
...who shove dirty clothes under the bed,
...who never rinse out the tub,
...who get visits from the tooth fairy,...who squirm in church and scream in the phone,
...whose tears we sometimes laugh at and
...whose smiles can make us cry.
And we pray for those
...whose nightmares come in the daytime,
...who will eat anything,
...who have never seen a dentist,
...who aren't spoiled by anybody,
...who go to bed hungry and cry themselves to sleep,
...Who live and move, but have no being.
We pray for children
...who want to be carried and for those who must,
...who we never give up on,
...and for those who don't get a second chance.
...For those we smother and . . .
...for those who will grab the hand of anybody kind enough to offer it.
In Memory of........
...........ALL the children who have left this earth before they have had
a chance to really live, for whatever senseless reasons.
Author unknown.
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The Eyes of a Child The park bench was deserted as I sat down to read
Beneath the long, straggly branches of an old willow tree.
Disillusioned by life with good reason to frown,
For the world was intent on dragging me down.
And if that weren't enough to ruin my day,
A young boy out of breath approached me, all tired from play.
He stood right before me with his head tilted down
And said with great excitement, "Look at what I found"
In his hand was a flower, and what a pitiful sight,
With its petals all worn-not enough rain, or to little light.
Wanting him to take his dead flower and go off to play,
I faked a small smile and then shifted away.
But instead of retreating he sat next to my side
And placed the flower to his nose and
declared with overacted surprise,
"It sure smells pretty and it's beautiful, too.
That's why I picked it; here, it's for you."
The weed before me was dying or dead.
Not vibrant of colors, orange, yellow or red.
But I knew I must take it, or he might never leave.
So I reached for the flower, and replied, "Just what I need."
But instead of him placing the flower in my hand,
He held it midair without reason or plan.
It was then that I noticed for the very first time
That weed-toting boy could not see: he was blind.
I heard my voice quiver, tears shone like the sun
As I thanked him for picking the very best one.
You're welcome," he smiled, and then ran off to play,
Unaware of the impact he'd had on my day.
I sat there and wondered how he managed to see
A self-pitying woman beneath an old willow tree.
How did he know of my self-indulged plight?
Perhaps from his heart, he'd been blessed with true sight.
Through the eyes of a blind child, at last I could see
The problem was not with the world; the problem was me.
And for all of those times I myself had been blind,
I vowed to see the beauty in life, and appreciate every second that's mine.
And then I held that wilted flower up to my nose
And breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful rose
And smiled as I watched that young boy, another weed in his hand
About to change the life of an unsuspecting old man.
Author Unknown
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