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Inspirational words!
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Can anyone help me find some inspirational words. Poems or sayings that i can write down and give to my friend whos just lost her father please? At times like these im never sure on the right things to say. So to write her something and hopefully help her feel a little better. Any help would be gratful :)
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And a Meadow Lark Sang
By Ravindra Kumar Karnani
The child whispered, 'God, speak to me'
And a meadow lark sang.
The child did not hear.
So the child yelled, 'God, speak to me!'
And the thunder rolled across the sky
But the child did not listen.
The child looked around and said,
'God let me see You' and a star shone brightly
But the child did not notice.
And the child shouted,
'God show me a miracle!'
And a life was born but the child did not know.
So the child cried out in despair,
'Touch me God, and let me know You are here!'
Whereupon God reached down
And touched the child.
But the child brushed the butterfly away
And walked away unknowingly.
By Ravindra Kumar Karnani
The child whispered, 'God, speak to me'
And a meadow lark sang.
The child did not hear.
So the child yelled, 'God, speak to me!'
And the thunder rolled across the sky
But the child did not listen.
The child looked around and said,
'God let me see You' and a star shone brightly
But the child did not notice.
And the child shouted,
'God show me a miracle!'
And a life was born but the child did not know.
So the child cried out in despair,
'Touch me God, and let me know You are here!'
Whereupon God reached down
And touched the child.
But the child brushed the butterfly away
And walked away unknowingly.
probably better with something from your own heart reflecting on the relationship we have with fathers and how when we lose that person in our life we need to find the same strength and security in ourselves... how while we miss someone deeply their wisdom stays with us, their values and their opinions that shape our own. And that while it is always too soon to lose someone they never really leave our hearts
Thank You For The Angel
You Lent Us For Awhile
He Brought Us Laughter
And An Everlasting Smile
He Loved Us, Inspired Us
Our Own Guiding Light
Now He Shines In Heaven
With Wings Of Pure White
He Will Forever Walk Softly
In Our Hearts And In Our Dreams
When Our Feelings Run Rampant
And Our Tears Begin To Fall
His Spirit Will Surround Us
Lending Comfort To One And All
We Will Always Miss Him
Time Can Not Erase The Pain
Yet, We Will Always Be Grateful
That Into Our Lives....
.... Our "Precious Daddy" Came
You Lent Us For Awhile
He Brought Us Laughter
And An Everlasting Smile
He Loved Us, Inspired Us
Our Own Guiding Light
Now He Shines In Heaven
With Wings Of Pure White
He Will Forever Walk Softly
In Our Hearts And In Our Dreams
When Our Feelings Run Rampant
And Our Tears Begin To Fall
His Spirit Will Surround Us
Lending Comfort To One And All
We Will Always Miss Him
Time Can Not Erase The Pain
Yet, We Will Always Be Grateful
That Into Our Lives....
.... Our "Precious Daddy" Came
Hi jonah,
I sent this poem to a friend who recently lost her father ... http://psalms40vs2.wo...m-by-jocelyn-soriano/
I sent this poem to a friend who recently lost her father ... http://psalms40vs2.wo...m-by-jocelyn-soriano/
Hospital Window
Author Unknown
Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window.
The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.
And every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window. The man in the other bed began to live for those one-hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.
The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color of the rainbow. Grand old trees graced the landscape, and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.
As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.
One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man couldn't hear the band - he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words. Days and weeks passed.
One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to
find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away. As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.
Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the world outside. Finally, he would have the joy of seeing it for
himself.
He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. It
faced a blank wall. The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window. The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.
She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."
Author Unknown
Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window.
The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.
And every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window. The man in the other bed began to live for those one-hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.
The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color of the rainbow. Grand old trees graced the landscape, and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.
As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.
One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man couldn't hear the band - he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words. Days and weeks passed.
One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to
find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away. As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.
Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the world outside. Finally, he would have the joy of seeing it for
himself.
He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. It
faced a blank wall. The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window. The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.
She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."
Substitute the 'she' for 'he'...
I am standing upon that shore. A ship at my side spreads it’s white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. Soon she hangs like a speck of a white cloud just where the sea and sky mingle. And just at that moment when someone at my side says “There! She is gone!” I know there are other eyes watching the ship coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout, “Here she comes!”
And that is dying.
I hope it’s true.
I am standing upon that shore. A ship at my side spreads it’s white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. Soon she hangs like a speck of a white cloud just where the sea and sky mingle. And just at that moment when someone at my side says “There! She is gone!” I know there are other eyes watching the ship coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout, “Here she comes!”
And that is dying.
I hope it’s true.
Again substitute 'she' for 'he', these were both sent to me after my dear sister died.
You can shed tears that she is gone
or you can smile because she has lived.
You can close your eyes and pray that she’ll come back
or you can open your eyes and see all that she’s left.
Your heart can be empty because you can’t see her
or you can be full of the love you shared.
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday
or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.
You can remember her and only that she is gone
Or you can cherish her memory and let it live on.
You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back
Or you can do what she’d want: smile, open your eyes, love and go on.
You can shed tears that she is gone
or you can smile because she has lived.
You can close your eyes and pray that she’ll come back
or you can open your eyes and see all that she’s left.
Your heart can be empty because you can’t see her
or you can be full of the love you shared.
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday
or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.
You can remember her and only that she is gone
Or you can cherish her memory and let it live on.
You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back
Or you can do what she’d want: smile, open your eyes, love and go on.
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