Poetry

Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep

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 sun 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.

~ Mary Elizabeth Frye - 1932

I Stand at the Door

I stand by the door.
I neither go to far in, nor stay to far out.
The door is the most important door in the world -
It is the door through which men walk when they find God.
There is no use my going way inside and staying there,
When so many are still outside and they, as much as I,
Crave to know where the door is.
And all that so many ever find
Is only the wall where the door ought to be.
They creep along the wall like blind men,
With outstretched, groping hands,
Feeling for a door, knowing there must be a door,
Yet they never find it.
So I stand by the door.

The most tremendous thing in the world
Is for men to find that door - the door to God.
The most important thing that any man can do

Yesterday, Today & Tomorrow

There are two days in every week about which we should not worry;
Two days which should be kept free from fear and apprehension.

We Drank

WE DRANK FOR happiness and became unhappy.
WE DRANK FOR joy and became miserable.
WE DRANK FOR sociability and became argumentative.
WE DRANK FOR sophistication and became obnoxious.

WE DRANK FOR friendship and made enemies.
WE DRANK FOR sleep and awakened without rest.
WE DRANK FOR strength and felt weak.
WE DRANK medicinally and acquired health problems.

WE DRANK FOR relaxation and got the shakes.
WE DRANK FOR bravery and became afraid.
WE DRANK FOR confidence and became doubtful.
WE DRANK FOR freedom and became slaves.

WE DRANK to erase our problems and saw them multiply.

Utter Confusion

Utter confusion, misery and pain,
Humiliation, remorseful, ashamed.
Dreading to face the light of each day,
Not wanting to hear what people would say.

Like, "Where is your power? Where is your pride?"
They don't understand that deep down inside
I wish I knew the answers to give,
Or how to find the courage to live.

Today

I will be the best that I can be
Today

Tomorrow is tomorrow and yesterday is gone
But Today is mine, and I am His
And I can only be what I am
Today

So, yesterday I fell
Today, look at me
My feet are under me
I'm taking a step
One step at a time
One day at a time

I will be the best that I can be
Today

And when Tomorrow becomes Today
I can look back on Yesterday
and smile.

~ Anonymous

Footprints


    One night a man had a dream, and in his dream he reviewed the footsteps he had taken in his life. He looked and noticed that all over the mountains and difficult places that he had traveled, there was one set of footprints... but over the plains and down the hills, there were two sets of footprints, as if someone had walked by his side.

    He turned to Christ and said, "There is something I don't understand. Why is it that down the hills and over the smooth and easy places you have walked by my side; but, here over the tough and difficult places, I have walked alone; for I see in those areas there is just one set of footprints."

A Poem on the 12 Steps

I took Step One, began to moan
I can't do this one on my own.
I took Step Two, began to pray
Restore me God, please now, today.

I took Step Three, gave up my will
Maybe God could love me still.
I took a Fourth, I looked inside
Nothing more would I hide.

And on the Fifth, I said aloud
I've done some wrong, and I'm not proud.
I took Step Six, and got prepared
To lose the defects, I was scared.

Now I'm at Seven, take them away
My God, for this I do pray.
And on Eight, the list was long
Amends to make for all the wrongs.

I took Step Nine, put down my pride
Amends made, I will not hide.
Step Ten I take, each day I pray
I make amends along the way.

And on Eleven I pray to know
Each day His Will, which way to go.
I take Step Twelve, I'm like a bird

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