Healing Poems
and Sayings
| "A
Friendship blessing" |
| (John Donohue from “Anam Cara“) |
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| May
you be blessed with good friends
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| May
you learn to be a good friend to yourself.
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| May
you be able to journey to that place in your soul
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| Where there is great love, warmth .feeling and forgiveness |
| May
this change you
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| May
it transfigure that which is negative, distant or cold in you |
| May
you be brought into, the real passion, kinship and affinity of
belonging. |
| May
you treasure your friends |
| May
you be good to them |
| And may you be there for them
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| And may you be there for them |
| May they bring you all the blessings, challenges, truth and
light |
| That
you need for your journey |
| May
you never be isolated |
| But
may you always be in the gentle nest of belonging with your “soul friend” |
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| Index |
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| "Age" |
| (Dan Ingman) |
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Age
is a question of mind over matter: |
If
you don't mind, it doesn't matter. |
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| "A
Good Friend is a Gift" |
| (Helen Steiner Rice) |
| Dedicated
to Carol Ann Rands (Healer) |
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Among the great and glorious gifts
our heavenly Father sends, |
Is the gift of understanding that we
find in loving friends, |
For in this world of trouble that is
filled with anxious care, |
Everybody needs a friend in whom
they're free to share, |
The little secret heartaches that
lay heavy on their mind, |
We seek our true and trusted friend
in the knowledge that we'll find, |
A heart that's sympathetic and an
understanding mind. |
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| "A Smile" |
| (anonymous) |
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A
smile costs nothing but gives much |
It
enriches them who receive without making poorer those who give
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It
takes but a moment, |
yet
the memory of it may last forever |
A
smile creates happiness in the home, |
fosters
goodwill in business, and is a sign of friendship. |
It
brings rest to the weary, cheer to the discouraged, |
sunshine
to the sad, and is natures best antidote to trouble |
Yet
a smile cannot be bought, begged or borrowed or stolen; |
it
is something of no value to anyone unless it is given away |
Some
people are too tired to give you a smile. |
Give
them one of yours |
No
one needs a smile so much as those who have none to give |
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| "Awaken" |
| (Ralph S Marston Jr) |
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| "Beauty" |
| (Touch) |
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| "Dogma" |
| (anonymous) |
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| "Death
is Nothing At All" |
| (Canon Henry Scott Holland) |
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Death is nothing at all... |
I
have only slipped away into the next room |
I am I, and you are you... |
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still... |
Call me by my old familiar name, speak to me |
in the easy way which you always used. |
Put no difference in your tone; |
wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. |
Laugh as we always laughed |
at the little jokes we enjoyed together. |
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. |
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. |
Let it be spoken without effect, |
without the ghost of a shadow on it. |
Life mean all that it ever meant. |
It is the same as it ever was; |
there is absolutely unbroken continuity. |
What is this death but a negligible accident? |
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? |
I am just waiting for you, for an interval. |
Somewhere near, just around the corner... |
All is well. |
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| "Death will be but a pause" |
| (anonymous) |
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The life that I have is all that I have, |
The Life that I have is yours. |
The love that I have of the life that I have, |
Is yours and yours and yours. |
The sleep I should have the rest that I should have, |
Yet death will be but a pause. |
For the peace of my years and the long green grass, |
Will be yours and yours and yours. |
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| "Do
not stand at my grave and weep" |
| (A dying soldier) |
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Do not stand at my grave and weep; |
I am not there. I do not sleep. |
I am a thousand winds that blow. |
I am the diamond glints on snow. |
I am the sunlight on ripened grain. |
I am the gentle autumn rain. |
When you awaken in the morning's hush |
I am the swift uplifting rush |
Of quiet birds in circled flight. |
I am the soft stars that shine at night. |
Do not stand at my grave and cry: |
I am not there. I did not die. |
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| "Don't
Quit" |
| (anonymous) |
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When
things go wrong, as they sometimes will. |
When the road you're trudging seems all uphill, |
When the funds are low, and the debts are high, |
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh, |
When are is pressing you down a bit, |
Rest if you must, but don't you quit. |
Life is queer with its twists and turns. |
As everyone of us sometimes learns. |
And many a failure turns about, |
When he might have won had he stuck it out; |
Don't give up though the pace seems slow, |
You may succeed with another blow. |
Success is failure turned inside out, |
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt, |
And you never can tell how close you are. |
It may be near when it seems so far, |
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit. |
It's when things seem worse, that you must not quit. |
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| "Enjoy" |
| (Ron
Bird) |
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Enjoy today |
Yesterday
is now the past, |
Tomorrow,
maybe, the future |
Today is
a gift! |
That's
why it's called the present |
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Enjoy
today |
For too
soon |
Today's
become yesterdays |
Tomorrows
become today's |
And if
another day, that's tomorrow. |
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Enjoy
today |
Then
yesterday is not gone |
But
part of today's memory |
And
can only help today |
To
look forward to tomorrow as today. |
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Enjoy
today |
And
when it comes for you there's no tomorrow |
As it
must to all in the end |
People
will think back and say |
You
enjoyed your life, every day |
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| "Forgiveness" |
| (Angela & Touch) |
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Forgiveness is a special
gift we all have to give to others and
ourselves. |
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| "Give me strength" |
| (North American Indian saying) |
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Great Spirit |
Give me strength |
Not to be stronger than my brother |
But to fight my greatest enemy; myself |
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| "Gift of love" |
| (Traditional prayer of the Tewa people of North America) |
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O our Mother the Earth, O our Father the Sky, |
Your children are we, and with tired backs |
We bring you the gifts of love. |
Then weave for us a garment of brightness; |
May the warp be the bright light of morning, |
May the weft be the red light of evening, |
May the fringes be the falling rain, |
May the border be the standing rainbow. |
Thus weave for us a garment of brightness, |
That we may walk fittingly where birds sing, |
That we may walk fittingly where grass is green, |
O our Mother the Earth, O our Father the sky. |
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| "Good
Friends" |
| (George
Eliot) |
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Friendship is the comfort, the
inexpressible comfort, |
Of
feeling safe with a person,
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Neither
having to weigh thoughts, nor measure words, |
But
pouring all right out just as they are
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Chaff
and grain together |
Certain
that a faithful friendly hand |
Will
take and sift them.
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Keep
what is worth keeping |
And
with a breath of comfort, blow the rest away. |
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