This is something that Jay and I found on one of our Trips, The author is not named but it is so beautiful I had to share it with you all.
Guardian Angel
Guardian Angel, Thank you for keeping us in your sight. And keeping us safe, in the day and in the night. As we walk the road of life, Danger hides around each curve. And sometimes going forward takes an awful lot of nerve. Someone watching as we go, makes each step a little lighter. And the knowledge of Gods grace, Makes each day a little brighter So Thank You Guardian Angel, for watching over me. To help avoid the dangers, That I might not see. And Thanks for for watching over the people that I love. Keeping them safe in your heart from your special place above. And thanks for watching others, too numerous to mention. Who find that when in need, They garner your attention. Without the Guardian Angel, this world would be a lesser place. And it would make it much harder to win the human race.
"Hello?" "Happy Birthday Little One!" "Thank you, Mother" "What do you have planned for today?" "Nothing, It's just another day." "No, it's the day that you came here to bless all of our lives." "Thanks Mom but I don't feel like I am blessing any ones lives." " Oh? and why is that?" "Things in the world have gotten so bleak and negative Mom, sometimes I just want to close my eyes and go home and never come back." "Ahhh, I have those feelings too, but because you choose to stay and share your positive energy with those around you , you brighten some ones day, even if it is just by giving them a smile as you walk down the street. Do you understand what I mean little one?" "Yes Momma. I understand, but it can be hard and I don't feel like my light is very strong" "Ahh, but we can see your light, you brighten up most of our world with your love and kindness. Few people like you exhist anymore little one. Your light helps keep me from falling in to anger many times. I see your smile and you lighten my heart, I hear your still childish giggles and my spirit soars. You are for this family the rock on which we grow in the positive energies of the universe." "Thank you Momma, I love you." "I love you too, keep in mind, you are called Angel for a reason. To many many people, you are their Guardian Angel, I love you. Good Bye for now." "Bye Momma, I love you Too."
Hanging up the phone she sat down in the nearest chair and cried, not because she was depressed but because in her mothers own way she let her know that she was proud of her.
Music is holy, art is sacred, and creativity is power
Everyday is EARTH DAY to a farmer
"Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much." Oscar Wilde
Some men are drawn to oceans, they cannot breathe unless the air is scented with a salty mist. Others are drawn to land that is flat, and the air is sullen and is leaden as August. My people were drawn to mountains- Earl Hamner Jr.
Thanks Bardy, I would hate to think that people thinkof me as always depressed or gloom and doom. HEHEHEHE, there actually is a much brighter side to me.
Does it matter that my eyes are Brown and yours are Blue? Does it Matter that my Hair is Dark and yours is light? Does it matter that you look like Mother and I look like Father? Does it Matter that you are the favored one and I am not wanted? Does any of it matter at all?
No! this was the reply she heard from her Sister
Then what does matter?
What matters is the heart, the real you that you share with people.
Is that all that matters to you?
No! again was the reply she received
She looked at her sister, a woman she had known all of her life. they had always been there for each other. They were Twins, and now here was the other part of her soul lying in the hospital dying. They had been bitter enemies of late. She felt it so unfair that her sister should have to go through this, she was one of the sweetest and kindest people she knew. Her sister loved God with every fiber of her being. She was a Pagan and a sinner in the eyes of her family. Her sister reach out her hand and touched the young womans face.
All that matters to me and all that ever has mattered is that you are with me.
Her sisters hand fell limp and she knew she had lost the battle. she felt her sisters soul move to the other side. She slumped on the side of the bed, tears falling freely. She was not in anguish over this anymore, she was relieved. Her sister was now free. Slowly she got up and left the room she never turned back and she never forgot.
Each person Matters in their own special way, Just as you matter to me.
If there is one thing I have learned it is that true love of a family is the strongest when it looks like the world has fallen apart. Though I don't know that I would or could be as strong as the woman in my poem.
*huggles to all*
I have to be a mixture of everything, If I wasn't I wouldn't be true to myself.
A friend of mine sent this to me lastnight. She wishes to remain anonymous
"There's one flaw in women"
By the time the Gods made woman, They were into their sixth day of working overtime. An angel appeared and said,"Why are you spending so much time on this one?"
And the Gods each answered in turn, "Have you seen the spec sheet on her? She has to be completely washable, but not plastic, have over 200 movable parts, all replaceable and able to run on diet coke and leftovers, have a lap that can hold four children at one time, have a kiss that can cure anything from a scraped knee to a broken heart -- and she will do everything with only two hands."
The angel was astounded at the requirements. "Only two hands!? No way! And that's just on the standard model? That's too much work for one day. Wait until tomorrow to finish."
" But we won't," the gods protested. "We am so close to finishing this creation that is so close to our own hearts. She already heals herself when she is sick AND can work 18 hour days."
The angel moved closer and touched the woman. "But you have made her so soft."
"She is soft," they agreed, "but we have also made her tough. You have no idea what she can endure or accomplish."
"Will she be able to think?", asked the angel.
They replied, "Not only will she be able to think, she will be able to reason and negotiate."
The angel then noticed something, and reaching out, touched the woman's cheek. "Oops, it looks like you have a leak in this model. I told you that you were trying to put too much into this one."
"That's not a leak," the Goddess corrected, "that's a tear my dear child."
"What's the tear for?" the angel asked.
She said, "The tear is Womans way of expressing her joy, her sorrow, her pain, her disappointment, her love, her loneliness, her grief and her pride."
The angel was impressed. "You are a genius, You thought of everything! Woman is truly amazing."
And she is! Women have strengths that amaze men. They bear hardships and they carry burdens, but they hold happiness, love joy.
They smile when they want to scream. They sing when they want to cry. They cry when they are happy and laugh when they are nervous. They fight for what they believe in. They stand up to injustice.
They don't take "no" for an answer when they believe there is a better solution. They go without so their family can have. They go to the doctor with a frightened friend. They love unconditionally.
They cry when their children excel and cheer when their friends get awards. They are happy when they hear about a birth or a wedding. Their hearts break when a friend dies. They grieve at the loss of a family member, yet they are strong when they think there is no strength left. They know that a hug and a kiss can help to heal a broken heart.
Women come in all sizes, in all colors and shapes. They'll drive, fly, walk, run, or e-mail you to show how much they care about you.The heart of a woman is what makes the world keep turning!
They bring joy and hope. They have compassion and ideals.They give moral support to their family and friends. Women have vital things to say and everything to give. They know when it is time to move on to a different page in their life and do it with her head held high and a smile on her face, even though inside she is frightened and does not know what to expect.
However if there's one flaw in women, it is that they tend to forget their worth.
Your unpopular, People would Rather lose a leg then be your Friend
You are always the butt of some ones Joke, especially the ones that cut deeply
People assume that you think you are better then them , when in reality your just trying to keep things running smoothly knowing in your heart that the person you truly are will never be appreciated by those who assume this.
It means remaining Calm and keeping your witts when all you really want to do is scream and throw fits but, More mature reactions are expected of you and you always try to show that mature side.
no one appreciates the hours you spend working on a situation to keep things on an even keel. Except those who are in your shoes.
The days weeks or months you spend making something work so people like me have a sane place to go. Gets mocked and made fun of but if they only knew what your dream was they would be more likely to say thank you.
When it comes to a hard decision no one understands that you think about it for long periods of time before you make your decision and after you make that decision if people don't like it you get ridiculed , called names, backstabbed & all around ignored. You have to live with that decision and hold to your guns or people will walk all over you. Even if it crosses over to your daily life.
People forget that you are human too, you have emotions and feelings. Your always wondering if you made the right decision or could you have done it a different way?
You Hold deep Pride in your heart When the Head Troll tells you that he appreciates you and that he feels you are doing a good job, after all your Job is to help him in anyway you can.
The responsibilities of being a Troll are enormous but, few understand. I'm Proud of Being a Troll and I love what I do. I'm not here for a popularity contest, I'm here to enjoy my self and do the Job that my Commander & Close Friend asked me to do.
So before you go and Ridicule me, call me names or just be plain old mean, think about what we Trolls do for you. and Damn It, I'm a Moderator NOT a Troll !!!!
Show some respect for the hours I take out of my life to keep things organized so that you can find what your looking for, or to make things easily accessible to you, To keep people on subject matter is like dealing with preschoolers, You think it is easy?? Guess again.
I take my hat off to my comrades who do this work with me, You have done a Fantastic job and I appreciate you, Your hard work & hours of deliberation have not gone unnoticed by this simple being. Macfive, Killian, MDF3530, Celtic Rose, Barddas, Catriona, Maggie Mahone1, Raven Wing, Shadows, Aaediwen, Aon Daonna, Mailagnas Maggas Dunaidonas and those that are silent Mods. I say Thank You and pay deep homage to each of you I am Honored to work with each of you.
WE will not Fail the one who asked for OUR help, for failing him means that WE have failed OURSELVES and YOU!
Each of you are precious in your own special way, but thinking before you type may just brighten up some ones day! Don't knock them down to make your self feel better, Do as you would have done unto you is the mark of this letter!!
Written By: Angel Whitefang PROUD MODERATOR Celtic Hearts