Patience, a virtue so pure and true,
A quality that can carry us through.
A scene of sin? No, that's not quite right,
It's our response to temptation that's the fight.
With wisdom and patience, we can avoid the snare,
And keep ourselves from falling into despair.
We can stay strong when the winds of change blow,
And navigate life's challenges with a steady flow.
......
Integrity is worth far more than money;
Great are the joys that fill the suff’ring soul;
The devil’s words, though seeming sweet as honey,
In truth are poison, and as black as coal.
This life is filled with sorrow and with crosses,
Which sometimes feel the heaviest of wood;
But there is gain for each of all our losses,
Though there is pain in trying to be good.
......
There once was a little piece floating of light.
It was the only piece that shone blindingly bright
It radiantly darted and fluttered about.
Being lost, a long blown over cloud.
Bumping into all the pieces of light it met.
Even into pieces of darkness it thought dead.
When it touched them, time would halt.
......
fresh snow everywhere
along this pure trail I walk ~
that will lead me home
One day, the trees sought a king,
A ruler their hopes would bring,
In the land where trees stood tall,
But in their quest, a cautionary call.
To the olive tree, they first appealed,
"Be our king," they fervently revealed,
But the olive, revered and grand,
Declined, oil slipping through its hand.
......
Integrity is worth far more than money;
Great are the joys that fill the suff’ring soul;
The devil’s words, though seeming sweet as honey,
In truth are poison, and as black as coal.
This life is filled with sorrow and with crosses,
Which sometimes feel the heaviest of wood;
But there is gain for each of all our losses,
Though there is pain in trying to be good.
......
One day, the trees sought a king,
A ruler their hopes would bring,
In the land where trees stood tall,
But in their quest, a cautionary call.
To the olive tree, they first appealed,
"Be our king," they fervently revealed,
But the olive, revered and grand,
Declined, oil slipping through its hand.
......
Patience, a virtue so pure and true,
A quality that can carry us through.
A scene of sin? No, that's not quite right,
It's our response to temptation that's the fight.
With wisdom and patience, we can avoid the snare,
And keep ourselves from falling into despair.
We can stay strong when the winds of change blow,
And navigate life's challenges with a steady flow.
......
fresh snow everywhere
along this pure trail I walk ~
that will lead me home
There once was a little piece floating of light.
It was the only piece that shone blindingly bright
It radiantly darted and fluttered about.
Being lost, a long blown over cloud.
Bumping into all the pieces of light it met.
Even into pieces of darkness it thought dead.
When it touched them, time would halt.
......