Before you open your eyes and look out on your day
look inside yourself and see where it is written in gold:
Heart, you are the refuge
Of a thousand, thousand souls.
Be only faithful, and an empire
Will yield to your insistent love.
One atom of your divine being
Provides a temple and a haven
For the wandering and the lost.
So open your mind and heart
and let the multitudes rejoice.
Christopher M. Swan 2009
When I look out on the world…
in the midst of all the malice,
enmity and sorrow that we find…
I am grateful to those
who despite the most difficult conditions
continue to have
the courage to be kind.
As adults when we look out on our world
and pain and sadness are all we see
we need only look upon our children
to restore our faith in humanity
And remember how children are accepting and generous…
how we see the kindness in their eyes
and how they know nothing of prejudice and hate…
unless we teach them otherwise.
Today I’m grateful I still have my child eyes…
because with them I’m aware
as I look out on the world
there is still beauty and magic everywhere.
Today I’m grateful for how far my family extends…
and it fills me with elation…
knowing as I look out on the world…
how all of creation…is my relation.
When you look out on today….
not knowing if you will lose or tie or win…
isn’t it exciting knowing …
a new adventure is about to begin?
Be sure to look out
on Halloween Night.
For around every corner
is a scare and a fright.
Something rustling
in the bushes.
Something quivering
in the trees.
Something flying
overhead.
Something floating
in the breeze.
Something howling
in the forest.
Something rapping
on your door.
Something calling
out your name.
Something walking
'cross the floor.
Something looking
through your window.
Something creeping
up the stairs.
Something tapping
on your shoulder.
It's a night of
frights and scares.
Sentiments passion pity one's mood feelings,
Look out on look toward come to accept,
Bosom mind soul compassions concerns adapt,
Star gazed eyes amazed face heart reeling;
Humanity’s concern for well-being of others;
Brotherly love fellow feelings zealously cuddles;
Ticker the heart regarded as the center of a person's thoughts;
Spying the hearts face as it nest upon mother’s breast after such;
~
Love affection passion,
Concern compassion sympathy;
Humanity tender feelings- mother’s empathy;
10/23/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
If I’m ever filled with dread…feelings of gloom and doom….
I look for new leaves on the trees…and flowers about to bloom.
I greet the stars up in the sky…watch the sun rise on a new day…
I stop and watch baby rabbits in the field as they play.
I listen to the baby birds in their nests…not quite ready to fly free…
I look out on the water and find baby dolphins in the sea.
This time of year in Florida…I like to walk real slow…
and greet the caterpillars and baby lizards everywhere I go.
Why is this important…because in the way it helps me cope.
It reminds me how Mother Nature has not lost her hope.
If she wasn’t filled with hope…if she was filled with gloom and doom
she wouldn’t encourage her trees to grow new leaves…
or invite her flowers to bloom.
She wouldn’t excite the birds to sing…
or inspire the stars to shine up in the sky…
and if Mother Nature places her hope in caterpillars and baby lizards
then, Gook Heavens, so will I.
May we all be blessed to one day learn a second language
because as these new words in your unfurl
we find they open up another window in which to look out on the world
And when we think in a different language
we’re in for a surprise….
as we look through this new window
and begin to see the world through another culture’s eyes.
I know I’ve used this George Washington Carver quote before…
but I believe we can’t hear these words enough…
especially when we look our on a world
where, for so many, times are tough…
Eventually when these words might find their way into our hearts
we’ll see everyone as our sister and our brother
and we’ll look out on a world
where we all take care of one another
How far you go in life depends on being tender with the young
Compassionate with the aged
Sympathetic with the striving
And tolerant with the weak
because someday in your life you will have been all of these
As I look out on the world and see hatred rearing it ugly head
and wars that never cease…
It seems to me in this world-wide puzzle we’re trying to construct
we’re missing one important piece.
One missing piece…the last piece that would make our puzzle complete.
and until we find this missing piece our life is doomed to be bittersweet.
What makes this all the more frustrating…
since this is the last piece of the puzzle we require to succeed.
Is that we know the exact shape and size of the missing piece we need.
Love and acceptance are part of that final piece…
We all love our family and our fiends….
but for many…at the border of our family and friends
is where our love and acceptance ends.
What if that missing piece will only materialize
what if our puzzle can only be done…
when the love we feel for our family and friends
extends across the world…to everything…and everyone?
When our love and acceptance extends to everyone and everything
eventually all hatred and wars will cease…
and our puzzle will be completed…
When we add our final puzzle….peace.
Christmas time has come and gone,
T'was all we hoped t'would be.
I sit here musing by the fire,
As the wind blows through the eaves.
I dream of lazy summer days,
And fields of wild flowers;
Babbling brooks and hidden nooks,
Taking shelter from the showers.
I dream of cool yet balmy nights,
Spent in the garden swing,
Listening to the night sounds,
And loving everything.
The fire flies that flit about,
In and out of foliage,
Moistened by the evening dew,
As they make their evening voyage.
I long for summer evenings,
But for now I'm satisfied,
To look out on snowy meadows,
And the pristine country side.
As I walk through the sands of the beach, I wonder if the love of my life
will ever come into my life. Life is strange; you see many places of sands,
but not of any particular item that stands into the open.
Beachfront 8945, my look-out on the beach for the girl of my dreams.
Is the girl short or tall, brains or daffy? As I walk the beach, I dial
Beachfront 8945 to find the girl of my dreams. Beachfront 8945, Hello,
Is Diana there? Is Mary there? What about Florence? If Diana or Mary
is not available, I will take Florence. Beachfront 8945, I'm ready for a
hot date.
I have Roses, Candy and Perfume. Are you ready to go out tonight with
me? Call me at Beachfront 8945; I'll be there waiting for your call.
Call me-we can explore the beach together, the city together, the state
together, and the whole earth. Call me, Call me, Call me, my phone
number is Beachfront 8945.
Salt tears drip from leaves,
to land on tea-colored pages.
Hopes and dreams,
written in the ink of history,
slowly blur and drip
into the underworld of the
abandoned and long forgotten.
Salt waters of the ocean
and tumbling waves turn
stones and pebbles to sand,
erasing familiar shapes
and throwing up barriers
to once precious memories.
Dimming eyes look out on
unfamiliar landscapes of a mind
inching inexorably into
a vast emptiness that steals
learned behaviors, abilities,
and the past, leaving nothing.
The empty eyes wander
but do not understand, for
the spirit that occupied this frame
has broken earthly chains.
It now soars free, no longer captive
to expectations and this mortal life.
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