I wait in the Lounge of Departure,

I know not the time of my flight.

I hope it 's some way in the future

But it could be I'm flying tonight.


The flight I await goes to Heaven

I know that it' s lovely up there,

For I've read their fine brochure-the Bible

And I speak to them oft in my Prayer.


It costs very little to go there,

You take nothing with you at all,

And you pay by the way you behave every day

As you wait for St Peter to call.


As I wait for the start of my journey

There are so many things I can see,

Like someone in need of a word or a deed,

So I do what's expected of me.


And I wait in the Lounge of Departure,

Never too sure when I fly,

But I hope when I do,

There's a chance I'll meet you,

We can all pay the fare if we try.

(Unknown Author, Bury Spiritualist Church, Lancashire.)

The following verse was given to me by Wendy Muzlanova
Thanks its Beautiful

The Crystal Bowl

This beautiful woman, my friend, my would-be girl, she tells me,

"There is something with me, which follows me around."
I say "What do you mean? What is it? Do you know?"

She says "whenever Greensleeves plays, this female appears."

"Why does she stay? Are there not, as we are promised, far better things,

to which we souls are meant to pass in time?"

Why does she stay?

We will never know her name,

yet when we were together, you and I,

the crystal bowl of sugar spun

on the silver tray on an old Moroccan table,

the movement commanding attention.

The girl was there, with both of us.

We followed the invisible Her,

as she brushed the fronds of elegant ferns and rippled the velvet curtains,

We gazed stricken, at her silent procession and hoped that she would come near.

I looked at my friend in accusation, "why did you bring her here?

There is no sound, at least not in the present time, to hear,

No Greensleeves being battered from some old scarred clavier.

(...your lover's mouth, you kissed it,

....her mouth, her tongue, so strange....)

and you love me now and

now she follows me and

as I lie alone in bed her arm slips around me

and I see her slim white wrist,

her finger with the ring, as she now embraces me....
..and she is not deterred, I know, by distance or denial

and when my darling, you are gone, your long dead girl will find me

and in her sudden loneliness I know she will claim me

and I will feel her arm around my waist and

I will see, from the corner of my eye,

the glint of the gem in her sham wedding ring and

I will remember, when we were together, honey,

when you still lived and loved me,

the night we saw the crystal bowl spinning,

spinning on the silver tray


A Beautiful Heart

One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town
proclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley.
A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart for it was perfect.
There was not a mark or a flaw in it.
Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen.
The young man was very proud and boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart.

Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said,
"Why your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine."
The crowd and the young man looked at the old man's heart.
It was beating strongly ... but it was full of scars ...
it had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in ...
but they didn't fit quite right and there were several jagged edges.
In fact ... in some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces were missing.
The people stared ... how can he say his heart is more beautiful ... they thought?

The young man looked at the old man's heart ... and saw its state and laughed.
"You must be joking," he said. "Compare your heart with mine ...
mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears."
"Yes" ... said the old man ... "yours is perfect looking but ...
I would never trade with you.
You see ... every scar represents a person to whom I have given my love ...
I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them ...
and often they give me a piece of their heart
which fits into the empty place in my heart ...
but because the pieces aren't exact ...
I have some rough edges ... which I cherish ...
because they remind me of the love we shared.

Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away ...
and the other person hasn't returned a piece of his heart to me.
These are the empty gouges ... giving love is taking a chance.
Although these gouges are painful ...
they stay open ... reminding me of the love I have for these people too ...
and I hope someday they may return and fill the space I have waiting.
So now do you see what true beauty is?"

The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks.
He walked up to the old man ... reached into his perfect young and beautiful heart ...
and ripped a piece out.
He offered it to the old man with trembling hands.
The old man took his offering ... placed it in his heart ...
and then took a piece from his old scarred heart ...
and placed it in the wound in the young man's heart.
It fit ... but not perfectly ... as there were some jagged edges.
The young man looked at his heart ...
not perfect anymore but more beautiful than ever ...
since love from the old man's heart flowed into his.
They embraced and walked away side by side.
-Author Unknown-


Sometimes we wonder ...
"What did I do to deserve this," or
"Why did God have to do this to me."

Here is a wonderful explanation!
A daughter is telling her Mother how everything is going wrong
she's failing algebra, her boyfriend broke up with her
and her best friend is moving away.
Meanwhile, her Mother is baking a cake
and asks her daughter if she would like a snack,
and the daughter says, "Absolutely, Mom, I love your cake."
"Here, have some cooking oil," her Mother offers.
"Yuck" says her daughter.
"How about a couple raw eggs?"
"Gross, Mom!"
"Would you like some flour then? Or maybe baking soda?"
"Mom, those are all yucky!"
To which the mother replies:
"Yes, all those things seem bad all by themselves.
But when they are put together in the right way,
they make a wonderfully delicious cake!
Life works the same way.
Many times we wonder why God would let us
go through such bad and difficult times.
But God knows that when He puts these things all in His order,
they always work for good!
We just have to trust Him and, eventually,
they will all make something wonderful!
God is crazy about you.
He sends you flowers every spring and a sunrise every morning.
Whenever you want to talk, He'll listen.
He can live anywhere in the universe, and He chose your heart.
I hope your day is a "piece of cake"

Let It Be ...

To let be doesn't mean to stop caring ... It means I can't do it for someone else.

To let be is not to cut myself off....
It's the realization that I can't control another ...

To let be is not to enable ...
but to allow learning from natural consequences.

To let be is to admit powerlessness ...
which means the outcome is not in my hands.

To let be is not to try and change or blame another ...
I can only change myself.

To let be is not to care for ... but to care about.

To let be is not to fix ... but to be supportive.

To let be is not to judge ...
but to allow another to be a human being.

To let be is not to be in the middle arranging all the outcomes ...
but to allow others to affect their own outcomes.

To let be is not to be protective ... It is to permit another to face reality.

To let be is not to deny ... but to accept.

To let be is not to nag, scold, or argue ...
but to search out my own shortcomings and correct them.

To let be is not to adjust everything to my desires ...
but to take each day as it comes and cherish the moment.

To let be is not to criticize and regulate anyone ...
but to try to become what I dream I can be.

To let be is not to regret the past ... but to grow and live for the future.

To let be ... is to fear less ... and love more dear ones.

To let be is not to regret the past ... but to grow and live for the future.

To let be ... is to fear less ... and love more dear ones.





Not - How did he die? But - How did he live?

Not - What did he gain? But - What did he give?

These are the things that measure the worth

Of a man as a man, regardless of birth.

Not - What was his station? But - had he a heart?

And - How did he play his God-given part?

Was he ever ready with a word of good cheer

To bring back a smile, to banish a tear?

Not - What was his church? Not - What was his creed?

But - Had he befriended those really in need?

Not - What did the sketch in the newspaper say?

But - How many were sorry when he passed away?

These are the things that measure the worth

Of a man, as a man, regardless of birth.


My Religion

by Dale Wimbrow


You ask me "what is my religion"?

Now what if I say I have None?

You'll be wrongly impressed,

And unduly distressed

So wait - I have only begun.

My creed in the sense that you mean it,

Has no single symbol, or sign.

Big, impressive, or small,

There is good in them all,

So perhaps Your religion is mine.

My doctrine is any that stands for

The honor and virtue of men.

For whatever we preach,

We're all striving to reach

A mutual goal in the end.

My church is the one that is nearest

Wherever I happen to be.

The place where men go

Their devotion to show,Is good - and sufficient for me.

What matters the Name on the mileposts

That stand by the path you have trod?

If the pathway leads UP

Then at last you shall sup

With the infinite army of God.

In grateful memory of our father, the author, Dale Wimbrow 1895-1954

Of a man, as a man, regardless of birth.


Relationships - of all kinds - are like sand held in your hand.
Held loosely with an open hand,
the sand remains where it is.

The minute you close your hand and squeeze tightly to hold on,
the sand trickles through your fingers.
You may hold on to some of it, but most will be spilled.

A relationship is like that.
Held loosely, with respect and freedom for the other person,
it is likely to remain intact. But hold too tightly, too possessively,
and the relationship slips away and is lost.

Author Unknown


One day a rich father took his son on a trip to the country with the firm purpose to show him how poor people can be. They spent a day and a night on the farm of a very poor family.

When they got back from their trip the father asked his son, "How was the trip?"

"Very good Dad!"

"Did you see how poor people can be?" the father asked.


"And what did you learn?"

The son answered, "I saw that we have a dog at home, and they have four. We have a pool that reaches to the middle of the garden, they have a creek that has no end. We have imported lamps in the garden, they have the stars. Our patio reaches to the front yard, they have a whole horizon."

When the little boy was finishing, his father was speechless.

His son added, "Thanks Dad for showing me how poor we are!"

Author Unknown




The Seven Wonders of the World

1. to see
2. to taste
3. to touch
4. to hear
5. to feel
6. to laugh
7. to love

Those things we overlook as simple as "ordinary" ...
are truly wondrous.


That's Not My Job (aka Who's To Blame? Whose Responsibility? and The Everybody Somebody Anybody Nobody Story - take your pick...)

This is a story about four people: Everybody, Somebody, Anybody and Nobody.
There was an important job to be done and Everybody was asked to do it.
Everybody was sure that Somebody would do it.
Anybody could have done it, but Nobody did.
Somebody got angry (about that) because it was Everybody's job.
Everybody knew that Anybody could do it, but Nobody realised that Somebody wouldn't do it.
And (/It ended up that) Everybody blamed Somebody because (/when) Nobody did what Anybody could have done.

or the alternative last line:

And (/It ended up that) Everybody blamed Somebody because Nobody actually asked Anybody.


The Family Bible


Old Brother Higgins built a shelf

for the family bible to rest itself

lest a sticky finger or grimy thumb

might injure the delicate pages some.

He cautioned his children to touch it not

and it rested there with never a blot

though the Higgins tribe were a troublesome lot.


His neighbour, Miggins, built a shelf

"Come children," he said, "and help yourself."

His book is old and ragged and worn,

with some of the choicest pages torn,

where children have fingered and thumbed and read.

But of the Miggins tribe I've heard it said,

each carries a bible in his head.





The Taxi Ride

Twenty years ago, I drove a cab for a living. When I arrived at 2:30 a.m., the building was dark except for a single light in a ground floor window. Under these circumstances, many drivers would just honk once or twice, wait a minute, then drive away.

But, I had seen too many impoverished people who depended on taxis as their only means of transportation. Unless a situation smelled of danger, I always went to the door. This passenger might be someone who needs my assistance, I reasoned to myself.

So I walked to the door and knocked. "Just a minute", answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.

After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 80's stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940s movie.

By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets. There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters.

In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware. "Would you carry my bag out to the car?" she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman.

She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb. She kept thanking me for my kindness.

"It's nothing", I told her. "I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother treated". "Oh, you're such a good boy", she said.

When we got in the cab, she gave me an address, then asked "Could you drive through downtown?"

"It's not the shortest way," I answered quickly. "Oh, I don't mind," she said. "I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a hospice".

I looked in the rear view mirror. Her eyes were glistening.

"I don't have any family left," she continued. "The doctor says I don't have very long."

I quietly reached over and shut off the meter. "What route would you like me to take?" I asked.

For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator. We drove through the neighbourhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds. She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.

Sometimes she'd ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.

As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, "I'm tired. Let's go now."

We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico.

Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must have been expecting her.

I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.

"How much do I owe you?" she asked, reaching into her purse. "Nothing," I said. "You have to make a living," she answered.

"There are other passengers," I responded. Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly.

"You gave an old woman a little moment of joy," she said. "Thank you."

I squeezed her hand, then walked into the dim morning light. Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life.

I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly, lost in thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk.

What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?

On a quick review, I don't think that I have done anything more important in my life. We're conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments. But great moments often catch us unaware--beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.


~BUT ~


Author Unknown




I have waited months and months

I am going to a clairvoyant tonight,

My appointment is at seven ofclock,

I hope this address is right!


I have made a list of questions to ask,

Of what the future holds.

Am I going to marry, have children, be rich

If I may be so bold.


But what is this she is saying to me?

She does not predict the future

She is trying to contact the spirit world

I do not understand this creature!


She looks quite normal I must admit

But looks can be deceptive,

I will listen to her anyway

My money she has collected.


I have your Gran, Granddad, Father,

Describes them to a tee

They are saying my lifef s about to change,

A great future ahead of me!


I am floating on cloud nine,

Uplifted, happy, content

I am so happy I chose wisely,

Who needs fortune tellers, crystal balls and tents?


Norma Malcolm 4/ 10 /96


Subject: Words of Wisdom

(1) God wants spiritual fruit, not religious nuts.

(2) Dear God, I have a problem, it's me.

(3) Growing old is inevitable, growing UP is optional.

(4) There is no key to happiness. The door is always open.

(5) Silence is often misinterpreted, but never misquoted.

(6) Do the math....count your blessings.

(7) Faith is the ability to not panic.

(8) Laugh every day, it's like inner jogging.

(9) If you worry, you didn't pray. If you pray, don't worry.

(10) As a child of God, prayer is kind of like calling home everyday.

(11) Blessed are the flexible for they shall not be bent out of shape.

(12) The most important things in your home are the people.

(13) When we get tangled up in our problems, be still. God wants us to be
still so He can untangle the knot.

(14) A grudge is a heavy thing to carry.

(15) He who dies with the most toys is still dead.

(16) We do not remember days, but moments. Life is moving too fast -
so enjoy your precious moments.

(18) Nothing is real to you until you experience it,
otherwise it's just hearsay.

(19) It's all right to sit on your pity pot every now and again.
Just be sure to flush when you are done.

(20) Surviving and living your life successfully requires courage.
The goals and dreams you're seeking require courage and risk taking.
Learn from the turtle, it only makes progress when it sticks out it's neck.

(21) Life is uncertain; eat desert first.

(22) Be more concerned with your character than your reputation,
because your character is what you really are,
while your reputation is merely what others think you are."










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