The Beauty of Caring, Giving, and Sharing

What a lovely thought - caring, giving, and sharing!

The poem was generously shared many moons ago by a friend after I motivated him to challenge his creativity with words. He came up with this beautiful poem. I first published it in my Inspired Pen blog at Google sites after the millennium. After closure of some of my blogs, I've kept some friends contributions. Thank you, Ron, wherever you are, I hope you are keeping well.

Now I share this poem with friends and readers - food for thought...  

The Beauty of Caring, Giving, and Sharing

By Arthur Ronald Dayrit

A helping hand

A sympathetic ear

Patient understanding eyes

Or even just a cheery greeting

Conveys a special meaning.

It doesn't take much

Just a small act of kindness

And the day is suddenly brighter 

the burden much lighter

The healing incredibly faster.

Family, friend, or stranger

Whoever you are

Share whatever gift you possess

For the need is constantly increasing

But the source is often lacking. 

If someone cares, gives value 

Then life must be worth living

An amazing way of linking, growing

Today's receiver shall be tomorrow's giver

And hopefully, this extends to forever. 

Like flowers in the evening

The profound beauty of caring, giving, sharing

Lies hidden in the simple joy of knowing

That each time you give

The pleasure is yours to receive.

(c) Dec 2009. Tel. Leaves from my Musings. All rights reserved.  

Patience and Temperance

Writing insights... 



I found this often-quoted little poem which expresses the way I've recently been feeling. Perhaps you my friend or you my visitor reading this post, are familiar with it. Embrace the heartwarming insights with me. I've searched for the author/poet but to no avail; just the same I wish to thank him/her for this beautiful poem.

It bespeaks of patience and temperance.

If you have learned to 

walk a little more sure-footed than I,

Be patient with my stumbling then

And know that only as I 

do my best and try 

May I attain the goal 

for which we both are striving.

If through experience, 

Your soul has gained heights

which I as yet in dim-lit vision see,

Hold out your hand 

and point the way,

Lest from its straightness 

I should stray,

And walk a mile with me.  

~ * ~

(c) January 2009. Tel. Leaves from my Musings. All rights reserved.