Take this dove for friendship all
over the world
and place it on your homepage.
I have an
Angel to watch over you
I wrote your name
on a piece of
I threw it
I wrote your name
on my hand
but it whisked
I wrote your name
in the sand
but the waves
I wrote your name
in my heart
and forever it
When you are sad,
I will dry your tears.
When you are scared,
I will comfort your fears.
When you are worried,
I will give you hope.
When you are confused,
I will help you cope.
And when you are lost,
And can't see the light.
I shall be your beacon
Shining ever so bright
This is my oath.
I pledge till the end.
Why you may ask?
Because your my friend.
It's something people
"How can you be friends
with someone you've never met?"
I tell them:
" You've never been online I bet!"
will never understand.
You open up your heart to friendship
with your typing hands.
It's a world full friendship
at your finger tips,
there is so much online,
it only takes a heart to reach people
with your touch.
First you start out online,
surfing all around.
Next thing you know a great friend will be found.
You will chat a lot and surf
Soon it will be your second home,
a comforting, special place.
A Friend to share your
dreams and your tears
and to help each other wipe away life's fears.
You will share life together
and help each other along
You will make it through bad weather
because friendship is so strong.
No matter how far apart you
your keyboards will keep you together,
and in your heart you will know
you don't need a face to be a true friend forever.
So, How do you explain this
who've never been online?
I guess it takes a gesture of friendship
& a little bit of time.
So let's start by sending
and passing our special touch.
A smile, a web site, a gesture starts it all
becoming friends doesn't take much.
ANCESTOR GRAND MOTHER
I search for you yet do not even know your name
I press on praying my efforts will prove fruitful
the records do not list you or the other women who
have lived and loved and laughed, gave birth, and died,
the records perpetrate the myth that you were never here
but I stand whole and bare my soul
and vow to find you as I live
I search for you in old records, in churches, at the Embassy,
in small dimly lit rooms
in the back of obscure libraries and archives
and pour over barely readable handwritten ledgers
with magnifying glass and flashlight
I live on mainly toast these days
there isn’t time for meals or much sleep
feeling as I always do, on the very brink of discovery
Perhaps THIS will be the day I find the one
seemingly insignificant clue, which will lead me to you
although I did not find you listed in the Census Records
I am not deterred, you may turn up yet,
on an Immigration or Naturalization list somewhere perhaps,
or maybe tucked away inside some bank of vital statistics,
long forgotten like so many others,
your name having become lost over the long years
Your name could be lying even now
amidst the millions of documents stored and locked away
safeguarded in the bowels of a giant warehouse
all stopped up from apathetic crowds
who have long ceased their visits
your precious name, lying just inside
a myriad of records packed in tight, packed in to stay
never guessing I would come
© Sarah Elizabeth Rose
Did Anyone Ever
How Important You Make Others Feel
Somebody out here is Smiling
About Love that is so Real
Did Anyone Ever Tell You
Many Times, When They were Sad
Your E-mail made Them Smile a bit
In Fact It made Them Glad
For the Time You
Spend Sending Things
And Sharing whatever You Find
There are No Words to Thank You
But Somebody, Thinks You're Fine
Did Anyone Ever
Much They Like You
Well, My Dearest "Online " Friend
Today I am Telling You
I HOPE I GET THIS BACK
I believe that without a
friend you are missing out on a lot!!!
Don't be confused by friends and
acquaintances, there is a difference!
Because I care about you, It's
national care week . . .
Have a nice day, and I'm glad we are
If at times you feel you want to cry
And life seems such a trial
Above the clouds there's a bright blue sky
To make your tears a smile
As you travel on life's way
With its many ups and downs
Remember it's quite true to say
One smile is worth a dozen frowns
Among the world's expensive things
A smile is very cheap
And when you give a smile away,
You get one back to keep
Happiness comes at times to all
But sadness comes unbidden
And sometimes a few tears must fall
Among the laughter hidden
So when friends have sadness on their face
And troubles round them piled
The world will seem a better place
And all because you smiled...
mijn vriend voor ooit,
my good friend Bent.
we meet on the Internet
sometimes teach us hard lessons about life
as they touch our hearts.
Sealed with a kiss
If you are my friend,
Please answer this:
Are we friends or are we not?
You told me once, but I forgot.
So tell me now and tell me true,
So I can say, I am here for you.
Of all the friends I've ever met,
You're the one I won't forget.
And if I die before you do,
I'll go to Heaven
And wait for you.
I want to hug you
gently in my arms,
A hug enhances the
flavor of our spice,
A hug nourishes the
each time we are
A hug gives strength to
our journey together,
A hug brings warmth to
chill of an angry word,
A hug comforts the loss
of a loved one,
A hug takes away the pain
of doubt or fear,
A hug sheds the light to
illuminate our path,
A hug brings
to unspoken words,
A hug cannot be taken
back once given...
I will hug you forever.
Get The Most From Life
An act of kindness done by you
Then as you
travel down life's road
Can cheer the heart that's sad,
And when you cause someone to smile,
It makes your own heart glad!
And round the distant bend,
There'll be a host of people who
Will say, "There
goes my friend!"
Thank you for being
walk our path of life,
We meet people everyday.
Most are simply met by chance.
But, some are sent our way.
These become special friends
Whose bond we can't explain;
The ones who understand us
And share our joy and pain.
Their love contains no boundaries.
So, even we are apart.
Their presence enhances us
With a warmth felt in the heart.
This love becomes a passageway,
When even the miles disappear.
And so, these friends, God sends our way,
Remain forever near.
Recipe for Friendship
Fold two hands together
And express a dash of sorrow
Marinate it overnight
And work on it tomorrow
Chop one grudge in tiny pieces
Add several cups of love
Dredge with a large sized smile
Mix with the ingredients above
Dissolve the hate within you
By doing a good deed
Cut in and help your friend
If he should be in need
Stir in laughter, love, and
From the heart it has to come
Toss with genuine forgiveness
And give your neighbor some
The amount of people served
Will depend on you
It can serve the whole wide world
If you really want it to
go, go with all your heart
Are You miserable ?
There are so many people who are miserable in
You can't help but feel sorry for these people, for you look at
them and see hopelessness. Some people put on a front that
they're happy, and really they are sad.
I used to be one of those people.
It's funny that some people can be totally obsessed with movie
stars and celebrities. People think you're crazy, but sometimes
you can't help but be crazy about these people.
I heard my singer-idol on the Tv said:
"There's nothing more depressing than having everything, and
still feeling sad."
When I heard her say this I couldn't help but look at my life
As I said, so many people are miserable, and I was one of them.
I had everything I could possibly want, and I was still miserable.
I had such horrible relationships with my friends and family;
the things I had didn't matter.
So, every time I hear people make fun of someone for who their
idol is. I can't help feeling grateful for the person who does
have an idol, because they have someone to learn from and to
help them grow.
It's funny how just one sentence can change your life.
I know one sentence changed mine.
You are beautiful. . .
phrase that my mother uses a lot.
I used to wonder, "How in the world can Mother call them
I am a logical, statistical man.
I call things as I see them.
I didn't see beauty.
My mother would tell people this with an enthusiasm they
could feel. She was genuine. She wasn't telling them
were beautiful to get something from them. Most of the
time, they were trying to get something from her.
I wondered for years what was wrong with Mother's
vision. Couldn't she see that all of the people she
You were beautiful only if you had a certain figure and
that was classed as beautiful by the laws of the world
glamour. Yet when my mother spoke, people smiled as
Glamour magazine had listed them as one of the beautiful
of the year.
It took me years to finally understand my mother's
and the phrase, "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder."
My mother had a spirit that could see the beauty in a
Most only look on the outside and then compare what they
see with the standards the world has given them.
That was what I was doing.
Today when you leave your house, carefully look at the
person whom you see and notice how beautiful they are.
They may be balding, fat, wrinkled, pimply, or any of
other things the world frowns upon as beauty.
Look at them closely and look for the beauty.
If you really look, you'll see it.
I didn't believe that at first until I tried it.
Sure enough, as I stared and opened another set of eyes,
I was able to see the beauty in every person.
No matter how rough or worn a person looked,
each pain etched line held a glimpse of beauty.
You just had to look for the beauty. It's there.
When you leave your home this morning, look hard at each
person. You will start to see the beauty of every human
you didn't know existed. Trust me and try this.
If you sincerely look, you will see it.
When you get home after seeing the beauty in faces you
look in the mirror.
You are beautiful.
Thank you mama for all of the beauty that you have not
seen, but added.
It was a bitter, cold evening in northern Virginia many, many
years ago. The old man's beard was glazed by winter's frost
while he waited for a ride across the river. The wait seemed
endless. His body became numb and stiff from the frigid north
wind. He heard the faint, steady rhythm of approaching hooves
galloping along the frozen path.
Anxiously, he watched as several horsemen rounded the bend.
He let the first one pass by without an effort to get his
attention. Then another passed by... and another. Finally, the
last rider neared the spot where the old man sat like a snow
statue. As this one drew near, the old man caught the rider's
eye and said, "Sir, would you mind giving an old man a ride to
the other side? There doesn't appear to be a passageway by
Reining his horse, the rider replied, "Sure thing. Hop
Seeing the old man was unable to lift his half-frozen body
the ground, the horseman dismounted and helped the old man
the horse. The horseman took the old man not just across the
river, but to his destination, which was just a few miles
As they neared the tiny but cozy cottage, the horseman's
curiosity caused him to inquire, "Sir, I notice that you let
several other riders pass by without making an effort to
a ride. Then I came up and you immediately asked me for a
I'm curious why, on such a bitter winter night, you would wait
and ask the last rider. What if I had refused and left you
The old man lowered himself slowly down from the horse, looked
rider straight in the eyes, and replied, "I've been around
here parts for some time. I reckon I know people pretty good."
The old-timer continued, "I looked into the eyes of the other
riders and immediately saw there was no concern for my
It would have been useless even to ask them for a ride. But
I looked into your eyes, kindness and compassion were evident.
I knew, then and there, that your gentle spirit would welcome
the opportunity to give me assistance in my time of need."
Those heartwarming comments touched the horseman deeply.
"I'm most grateful for what you have said," he told the old
"May I never get too busy in my own affairs that I fail to
respond to the needs of others with kindness and compassion."
With that, Thomas Jefferson turned his horse around and made
way back to the White House.
By A Thread
Life hangs by a thread.
A simple snap and we're dead.
All of our money, fortune and fame,
That same little thread holds it again.
We think we are secure in the strength of our might,
When we have not the power to even last the night.
Our fate and our destiny is guided for sure
By the One who gave the rules, we make the detour.
If only we realize it is not by our wits,
That we survive, even prosper, it is because He permits.
It's only a thread that holds us up
But a thread is like steel, when we've drank from the cup
The cup of life made available to all
Hanging by a thread, yet secured from a fall.
such an important part of my life!
I'd be lost
SMILE FOR ME
HUGS FROM JOLANDA
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