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Inspired Verses
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"We are all richer for the love and friendship of those with whom we have traversed a ways along our paths in life." - From, Turn Unto Your Path, by WAL
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"It is not the quantity of seasons that truly matter so much in the final measure of our lives, but the quality of each. Thus, it is less what we reap than what we sow with sincere and open hearts that matters most. Our legacies, then, are the seeds we planted and the beauty we brought to the garden of which we were a part. For what we contributed, in time, fills the empty places left by those whose seasons ended well before our own, enabling the garden and beauty therein to live on long after we, too, are gone…" - From Seasons in the Garden, by WAL |
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"Whether with fortune or misfortune we are met, 'tis best we extract from experience what wisdom and strengths we may get; For if in our hearts fear and bitterness reside, to a life made meaningless we're doomed to abide." Even our personal trials can provide opportunities for positive transformation when met with faith. - William Lacey Seeingwiththeheart.com "Heaven gives a glimpse to those not close enough to see, like gleaming shafts of light illuminating life as it ought to be.
'Tis true they triumph who believe they can, and all the better if they allow the Spirit to guide their plans; Then stepping out from the darkness to be free, they walk into the dawn of goodness yet to be." - from the Spirit Booklet Content Copyright 2015. All rights reserved. |
BROKEN SOULS (Captains of Teams and Homecoming Queens) An anti-stigma verse dedicated to those struggling with mental illness - by W.A. Lacey Captains of teams and homecoming queens, cheerleaders, and marching band brass. These were once the honor-roll students and former heads of the class. Now she's a military doctor, and he's really a Soviet spy, and they'll be pleased to inform you of this, so long as you avert your eyes. With perfect precision the pianist performs a classical piece without recalling the music--While a violinist plays without strings, songs that only she can hear, Her sweeping bow of illusion resounding with the sounds of yesteryear. For their recital is a symphony of sadness, in which is performed the melancholy music of madness. The shattered, debutant dreams and broken heart of a genteel, jilted bride, now lay deep beneath a toothless smile. Her ragged clothes reflecting the frayed seams of her tattered mind. And nobody noticed alone in a corner sat Tom with his tambourine..."a shake and a tap, tap is all it takes," said he, "to play my tambourine." Yes, he would know, this high school hero, this captain of the team, who fought for glory on fields beneath the lights. Who once upon a distant night, when all was right, and youth sparkled with the promise of delight, danced ‘til dawn with the homecoming queen... you know, she still falls for him in his dreams. Though they laugh at things we cannot hear, and speak to those we cannot see, turning joy to fear, their tormentors are often near. A momentary twinkle in the eyes glazes into a distant stare. If I could, I'd meet you part way there. Then lead you from that place within, that place so dreary and so grim. |