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The Road Not Taken

two roadsTwo roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as long as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no steps had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a woods, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference. ~ Robert Frost

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On His Blindness

blindness, patience, waitingWhen I consider how my light is spent
Ere half my days in this dark world and wide,
And that one talent which is death to hide
Lodg’d with me useless, though my soul more bent
To serve therewith my Maker, and present
My true account, lest he returning chide,
“Doth God exact day-labor, light denied?”I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent
That murmur, soon replies: “God doth not need
Either man’s work or his own gifts: who best
Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state
Is kingly; thousands at his bidding speed
And post o’er land and ocean without rest:
They also serve who only stand and wait.” ~  John Milton

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Live Each Day to the Fullest

live life to the fullLive each day to the fullest
Get the most from each hour, each day, and each age of your life
Then you can look forward with confidence and back without regret
Be yourself, but be your best self
Dare to be different and to follow your own star
And don’t be afraid to be happy
Enjoy what is beautiful
Love with all of your heart and soul
Believe that those you love, love you
Forget what you have done for your friends
and remember what they have done for you
Disregard what the world owes you and
concentrate on what you owe the world
When you are faced with a decision, make the decision
as wisely as possible–then forget it
The moment of absolute certainty never arrives
Blessed is the generation in which the old listen to the young
And double-blessed is the generation in which the young listen to the old. The Talmud

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A Tale of Two Cities (Introduction)

Dickens, quotes, two cities
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times,

it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness,
it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity,
it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness,
it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair,
we had everything before us, we had nothing before us,
we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way-
in short, the period was so far like the present period,
that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received,
for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only. ~ Charles Dickens

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Unless They Are Prayed

Prayers
Life without purpose is barren indeed.

There can’t be a harvest unless you plant the seed.
There can’t be attainment unless there’s a goal,
And a man’s but a robot unless there’s a soul.
If we send no ships out, no ships will come in,
And unless there’s a contest, nobody can win.
For games can’t be won unless they are played,
and prayers can’t be answered unless they are prayed.
So whatever is wrong with your life today,
You’ll find a solution if you kneel down and pray.
Not just for pleasure, enjoyment and health,
Not just for honors, prestige or wealth,
But pray for a purpose to make life worth living,
And pray for the joy of unselfish giving,
For great is your gladness and rich your reward
When you make your life’s purpose the choice of the Lord. ~ Helen Steiner Rice

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The Choice

Choices

 

To every man there openeth
a way, and ways, and a way.
And the high soul climbs the high way,
And the low soul gropes the low:
And in between, on the misty flats,
The rest drift to and fro.

But to every man there openeth
A high way and a low,
And every man decideth.
The way his soul shall go. ~ John Oxenham

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It Can Be Done

Christian inspiration, poem

Somebody said it couldn’t be done,
But he with a chuckle replied
That maybe it couldn’t but would be one
Who wouldn’t say so till he tried.
So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin
on his face, if he worried he hid it
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn’t be done and he did it.
Somebody scoffed: Oh, you’ll never do that;
At least no one ever has done it;
But he took off his coat and he took off his hat,
And the first thing we knew he’d begun it.
With the lift of his chin and a bit of a grin,
Without any doubting or quiddity,
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn’t be done, and he did it.
There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done,
There are thousands to prophesy failure;
There are thousands to point out to you, one by one,
The dangers that wait to assail you.
But just buckle in with a bit of a grin,
Just take off your coat and go for it;
Just start to sing as you tackle the thing
That cannot be done, and you’ll do it. ~ Edgar A. Guest

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