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            The things you find on these pages are words that have helped me grow, face my problems, and be here to write this today. Some are from such loftypersonages as St. Francis of Assissi and Lao Tsu, others from persons less exalted by others, but very important to me, like my Mom. I hope you find something here that will help you on your journey.

                    "It is a glorious privilege to live, to know, to act, to listen, to behold, to love. To look up at the blue summer sky;to see the sun sink slowly beyond the line of the horizon; to watch the worlds come twinkling into view, first one by one, and the myriads that no man can count, and lo! the universe is white with them; and you and I are here." Marco Morrow

Prayer of St. Francis of Assissi

                    Lord, Make me an instrument of Your peace; Where there is hatred, let me sow love; Where there is injury, pardon; Where there is doubt, faith: Where there is despair, hope; Where there is darkness, light; Where there is sadness, joy. O, Divine Master, Grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console; To be understood as to understand; To be loved as to love. For it is in giving that we receive. It is in pardoning that we are pardoned. It is in dying that we are born to eternal life.

                    There is a destiny that makes us brothers; None goes his way alone, All that we send into the lives of others comes back into our own. Edwin Markham
                    You don't grow old and stop dancing, you stop dancing and grow old. Jessie M. Newburn (aka Mom)
                    I am a part of all that I have met. Yet, experience is an arch wherethro gleams that untravl'd world whose margin fades forever and forever when I move. Alfred Lord Tennyson

                    A Prayer for Friends & Enemies

                    Equally empty, equally to be loved, equally a coming buddha. by Jack Kerouac in Dharma Bums
                    You are never given a wish without also being given the power to make it true. You may have to work for it, however. by Richard Bach in ILLUSIONS, the Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah


                    So, where is he? In the heavens above? I see the sky so blue What do you see? Do you feel him? I feel the sun As it warms my blood, The wind as it cools my skin The rain, so quenching my thirst So whos reality is it? Its the reality of God It is his breath that cools me As it beckons you on His tears quench my thirst As it resolves your inadequacies His greatness warms my blood So too, grants you life ever after He is for me...

                    A Native American Prayer.

                    O Great Spirit Whose voice I hear in the winds And whose breath gives life To all the world Hear me! I am small and weak, I need your strength and wisdom, Let me walk in beauty And make my eyes ever behold The red and purple sunset. Make my hands respect The things you have made And my ears sharp To hear your voice Make me wise So I may see ever so clearly The ways you have to teach me Let me learn The lessons you have hidden in every leaf and cloud I seek your strength, Not to be greater then my brother, but to fight my greatest enemy... Myself Make me always ready to come to you With clean hands And straight eyes So when life fades, as the fading sunset, My spirit may come to you Without shame. The poem God and the Native American Prayerboth contibuted by Steve Borello. God is an original work by Steve. The Native American Prayer came in mail he received and is attributed to Chief Yellow Lark, Lakota
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