Poems from the Heart

Heaven’s Very Special Child

A meeting was held quite far from earth!
It’s time again for another birth..
Said the Angels to the Lord above,
This Special Child will need much love.

His progress may be slow,
Accomplishments he may not show.
And he’ll require extra care
From the folks he meets down there.

He may not run or laugh or play,
His thoughts may seem quite far away.
In many ways he won’t adapt,
And he’ll be know as handicapped.

So let’s be careful where he’s sent.
We want his life to be content.
Please,Lord, find just the parents who
Will do a special job for You.

They will not realize right away
The leading role they’re asked to play.
But with the child sent from above
Comes stronger faith and richer love.

And soon they’ll know the privilege given
In caring for their special gift from Heaven.
Their precious charge, so meek and mild,
Is Heaven’s Very Special Child.
by Edna Massimilla

They call me slow
They call me dumb
But who are they to know
I know that there are things I do
That they're still being slow
My brain just works another way
And I am not alone
Einstein ,Patton, Roosevelt
Are all the same I’m told
Author: Unknown

Somewhere

Somewhere there waiteth in this world of ours
For one lone soul, another lonely soul-
Each chasing each through all the weary hours,
And meeting strangely at one sudden goal;
Then blend they-like green leaves with golden flowers,
Into one beautiful and perfect whole-
And life's long night is ended, and the way
Lies open onward to eternal day.
Author: Sir Edwin Arnold

Temper

When I have lost my temper I have lost my reason,too
I'm never proud of anything which angrily I do.
When I have talked in anger and my cheeks were flaming red,
I have always uttered something which I wish I hadn't said.
In anger I never done a kindly deed or wise,
But many things for which I felt I should apologize.
In looking back across my life,and all I've lost or made,
I can't recall a single time when fury even paid.
So I struggle to be patient, for I've reached a wiser age;
I do not want to do a thing or speak a word of rage.
I have learned by sad experience that when my temper flies
I never do a worthy thing, a decent deed or wise.
Author: Unknown

Serenity

God grant me the serenity
to accept the things
I cannot change.
The courage to change
the things I can.
And the wisdom to know
the difference.
Author: Reinhold Neibuhr

The Greater Gift

It was a dismal day when chilling rain
Like icy tears coursed down the window pane,
The clouds were dark and I was hedged about
With darker moods, but these were put to rout,
When to my ears there came a tapping sound,
So low at first as to be almost drowned
By other noises- then it grew more clear,
Until I knew some cherished friend was near;
And opening the door I heard your voice,
Soft-cadenced, kind, that made my heart rejoice;
You came to me because you sensed my need
Of comradeship, as if to intercede
With something of your spirit as a shield,
And yet you bore a gift- I saw revealed
A deeper motive... did you not forsee
That I had need of faith, serenity?
Two gifts you left, one was a healing token,
Yet of this greater gift no word was spoken.
Author: Margaret E. Bruner

Worries

Take yesterday's worries and sort them all out
And you'll wonder whatever your worried about.
Look back, at the cares that once furrowed your brow,
I fancy you'll smile at most of them now.
They seemed terrible then, but they really were not,
For once out of the woods, all the fears are forgot.
Author: Unknown

Work

How true it is when I am sad,
A little work can make me glad.
When frowing care comes to my door,
I work a while and fret no more.
I leave my couch harassed with pain,
I work, and soon I'm well again.
When sorrow comes and vain regret,
I go to work and soon forget.
Work soothes the soul when joys depart,
And often mends a broken heart.
The idle mind soon fills with murk,
So that's why God invented work.
Author: J. W. Thompson