Wednesday, October 12, 2016

More Tidbits

When to find fault: 
Don't find fault with the man who limps
     Or stumbles along life's road,
Unless you have worn the shoes he wears,
     Or struggled beneath his load.
There may be tacks in his shoes that hurt,
     Though hidden away from our view.
The burden he bears, if placed on your back
     Might cause you to stumble, too.
Don't be too hard on the man who errs,
     Or pelt him with wood or stone,
Unless you are sure --- yea, double sure,
     That you have no fault of your own.

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow;
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain;
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there; I did not die.
(Author Unknown)

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