My angel, my guardian

This poem is inspired by the children's prayer to guardian angels and includes the lines from the prayer.

Angel of God, my Guardian dear,
Who has been with me throughout the years.
And to whom God's love commits me here,
For here with me I have no fear.
Ever this day, be by my side,
Throughout my life, and help me find.
To light, to guard, to rule, to guide,
My Lord, my God, with whom you lie.

Despite my dreams, let His will be

This is a short poem I read inspired from the 18th century children's prayer: Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep.


As I lay me down to sleep,
And dream of my life with thee;
I pray dear Lord my soul to keep,
And despite my dreams, let His will be.
So keep my guarded through the night,
Give me strength to know what's right.
And keep me safe 'til morning light,
Until I see your heavenly light.

Wise Advice about Perspective in Life, from Mother Teresa

This poem (a "final analysis" prayer, putting things in proper perspective) is engraved on the wall of Mother Teresa's home for children in Calcutta. Evidently it is a revision, either by Mother Teresa or someone else, of an earlier poem by Kent Keith. She liked the revised version, and put it on her wall.

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People are often unreasonable, illogical, and self-centered;

Forgive them anyway.

If you are kind,

people may accuse you of selfish ulterior motives;

Be kind anyway.

If you are successful,

you will win some false friends and some true enemies;

Succeed anyway.

If you are honest and frank,

people may cheat you;

Be honest and frank anyway.

What you spend years building,

someone could destroy overnight.

Build anyway.

If you find serenity and happiness,

they may be jealous;

Be happy anyway.

The good you do today,

people will often forget tomorrow;

Do good anyway.

Give the world the best you have,

and it may never be enough;

Give the best you've got anyway.

You see, in the final analysisit

is between you and God;

it was never between you and them anyway.

"No Comment"

I'm sick of the drama.
I'm sick of the pain.
And this "No Comment" bitch,
Speaks only in vain.

But time will only tell,
Who'll win in the end,
'Cause it's Game on girl,
I'll play 'til you're dead.

So think before you speak.
And know before you act.
This team soon became,
A competitive smack.

Don't be so jealous,
You wish you were good.
And you had nothing to say,
'Cause you know you're the fool.

So take your "No Comment,"
Cause when this is all said and done.
I'll have won you so bad,
You should have just shut up and run.

Miracles

A small child, blind from the world of love,
Stands alone. Lost in the darkness of pain.
Shivering within the cold of distrust,
Turning his heart to ice; running through his veins.
He stares into the dark, bleeding in his core,
Feeling unloved, abandoned, neglected, lost.
Unable to remember the life he had before,
His heart--his innocence--taken from the frost.
Withering away, engrossed in the black,
His blindness corrupting every part of his soul.
Praying to find his only way back
To his father's warmth; shelter from the cold.
For the day that he lost his innocence,
He lost guidance from the Father's light,
The evil world sunk him into darkness,
Blinding him from love--taking his sight.
Losing the Father to the black abyss,
He wandered forward on his own free will
From the pureness of love, he brought forth sin
And with each step, his heart grew still.

And the colder it gets, the more he drowns
Deep into the ground, hiding his misery.
His cries consume the dark--become the only sound
A sad love song; a soul's pure symphony.
His lips turn blue, his hands turn cold
As his stubbornness burns deep within
The fire of his anger, once foretold
Slowly freezes as his heart wears thin.
If only, if only this child could know
His despair is not his pain alone.
If only, if only this child could go
Start anew; and come back home.
If only this child could look back and see
The man waiting for him to turn around
Watching his child's innocence turn to be
A cold-hearted soul; a conscience unwound.
And if only this child looked back from this place,
To see all hope, his innocence--is not yet lost
He'd see his Father waiting with a large embrace
His love bringing warmth; shelter from the frost.