I WILL LOVE YOU (Anonymous)

AS LONG AS I CAN DREAM, 
   AS LONG AS I CAN THINK
AS LONG AS I HAVE A MEMORY,
          I WILL LOVE YOU.

AS LONG AS I HAVE EYES TO SEE
           AND EARS TO HEAR
         AND LIPS TO SPEAK....
             I WILL LOVE YOU.

AS LONG AS I HAVE A HEART TO FEEL,
         A SOUL STIRRING INSIDE ME,
   AN IMAGINATION TO HOLD YOU...
                   I WILL LOVE YOU.

        AS LONG AS THERE IS A TIME,
            AS LONG AS THERE IS LOVE,
AS LONG AS I HAVE BREATH TO SPEAK YOUR NAME
                         I WILL LOVE YOU.

jOKE (From SLD products)

Once there was a golfer whose drive
landed on an anthill. Rather than move
the ball, he decided to hit it where it lay.
He gave a mighty swing. Clouds of dirt
and sand and ants exploded from the spot.
Everything but the golf ball. It sat on the
same spot. So he lined up and tried another
shot. Clouds of dirt and sand and ants went
flying again. The golf ball didn't even wiggle.
Two ants survived. One dazed ant said to the
other, "Whoa! What are we going to do?"
Said the other ant, "I don't know about you,
but I'm going to get on the ball."

WHOSE CHILD IS THIS? (AUTHOR UNKNOWN)

"WHOSE CHILD IS THIS?" I ASKED ONE DAY
          SEEING A LITTLE ONE OUT AT PLAY
"MINE", SAID THE PARENT WITH A TENDER SMILE
          "MINE TO KEEP A LITTLE WHILE.
TO BATHE HIS/HER HANDS AND COMB HIS/HER HAIR
          TO TELL HIM/HER WHAT HE/SHE IS TO WEAR.
TO PREPARE HIM/HER THAT HE/SHE MAY ALWAYS BE GOOD,
AND EACH DAY DO THE THINGS HE/SHE SHOULD.

"WHOSE CHILD IS THIS?" I ASKED AGAIN,
 AS THE DOOR OPENED AND SOMEONE CAME IN.
"MINE", SAID THE TEACHER WITH THE SAME TENDER SMILE.
          "MINE, TO KEEP JUST FOR A LITTLE WHILE"
TO TEACH HIM/HER HOW TO BE GENTLE AND KIND,
TO TRAIN AND DIRECT HIS/HER DEAR LITTLE MIND'
          TO HELP HIM/HER LIVE BY EVERY RULE;
AND GET THE BEST HE/SHE CAN FROM SCHOOL"

"WHOSE CHILD IS THIS?" I ASKED ONCE MORE,
           JUST AS THE LITTLE ONE ENTERED THE DOOR.
"OURS", SAID THE PARENT AND THE TEACHER AS THEY SMILED.
AND EACH TOOK THE HAND OF THE LITTLE CHILD.
          "OURS TO LOVE AND TRAIN TOGETHER,
          OURS THIS BLESSED TASK FOREVER."   
           

UNITY ( Author unknown)

I DREAMT I STOOD IN A STUDIO
AND WATCHED TWO SCULPTORS THERE,
THE CLAY THEY USED WAS A CHILD'S MIND
AND THEY FASHIONED IT WITH CARE.

ONE WAS A TEACHER...THE TOOLS SHE USED
WERE BOOKS, MUSIC AND ART.
THE OTHER , A  PARENT, WORKED WITH A GUIDING HAND.
AND A GENTLE LOVING HEART.

DAY AFTER DAY THE TEACHER TOILED
WITH TOUCH THAT WAS DEFT AND SURE
WHILE THE PARENT LABORED BY HER SIDE
AND POLISHED AND SMOOTHED IT O'ER.

AND WHEN AT LAST THEIR TASK WAS DONE
THEY WERE PROUD OF WHAT THEY HAD WROUGHT,
FOR THINGS THEY HAD MOLDED INTO THE CHILD
COULD NEITHER BE SOLD NOR BOUGHT.

AND EACH AGREED THEY WOULD HAVE FAILED
IF EACH HAD WORKED ALONE.
FOR BEHIND THE TEACHER STOOD THE SCHOOL
AND BEHIND THE PARENT THE HOME.

Parent's Prayer

O Heavenly Father, make me a better parent.
Teach me to understand my children, to listen
patiently to what they have to say, and answer
all their questions kindly.
Keep me from interrupting them or contradicting
them.
Make me as courteous to them as I would have them
be to me.
Forbid that I should ever laugh at their mistakes, or
resort to shame or ridicule when they displease me.
May I never punish them for my own selfish satisfaction
or to show my power.
Let me not tempt my child to lie or steal.
And guide me hour by hour that I may demonstrate
by all I say and do that honesty produces happiness.
Reduce, I pray, the meanness in me..
And when I am out of sorts, help me, O Lord, to hold
my tongue.
May I ever be mindful that my children are children
and I should not expect of them the judgment of adults.
Let me not rob them of the opportunity to wait on
themselves and to make decisions.
Bless me with the bigness to grant them all their
reasonable requests and the courage to deny them
privileges I know will do them harm.
Make me fair and just and kind.
And fit me, O Lord, to be loved and respected and
imitated by my children
                   
                                Amen

I LOVED YOU ENOUGH ( Erma Bombeck)

SOME DAY WHEN MY CHILDREN ARE OLD ENOUGH
TO UNDERSTAND THE LOGIC THAT MOTIVATES A
PARENT, I WILL TELL THEM:
I LOVED YOU ENOUGH TO ASK WHERE YOU WERE
GOING, WITH WHOM, AND WHAT TIME YOU WOULD
BE HOME.
I LOVED YOU ENOUGH TO INSIST THAT YOU SAVE YOUR
MONEY AND BUY A BIKE FOR YOURSELF EVEN THOUGH
WE COULD AFFORD TO BUY ONE FOR YOU.
I LOVED YOU ENOUGH TO BE SILENT AND LET YOU DISCOVER
THAT YOUR NEW BEST FRIEND WAS A CREEP.
I LOVED YOU ENOUGH TO  MAKE YOU TAKE  A  MILKY WAY
BACK TO THE DRUGSTORE (WITH A BITE OUT OF IT) AND
TELL THE CLERK,  "I STOLE THIS YESTERDAY AND WANT
TO PAY FOR IT."
I LOVED YOU ENOUGH TO STAND OVER YOU FOR TWO
HOURS WHILE YOU CLEANED YOU ROOM, A JOB THAT
WOULD HAVE TAKEN 15 MINUTES.
I LOVED YOU ENOUGH TO LET YOU SEE ANGER, DISAPPOINTMENT
AND TEARS IN MY EYES. CHILDREN MUST LEARN THAT THEIR
PARENTS AREN'T PERFECT.
I LOVED YOU ENOUGH TO LET YOU ASSUME THE RESPONSIBILITY
FOR YOUR ACTIONS EVEN WHEN THE PENALTIES WERE SO HARSH
THEY ALMOST BROKE MY HEART.
BUT MOST OF ALL, I LOVED YOU ENOUGH TO SAY  "NO" WHEN
I KNEW YOU WOULD HATE ME FOR IT. THOSE WERE THE MOST
DIFFICULT BATTLES OF ALL. I'M GLAD I WON THEM, BECAUSE IN
THE END YOU WON, TOO.

joke ( From SLD Products )

"IF THERE ARE ANY IDIOTS  in the room,
will you please stand up," said the sarcastic lecturer.
After a long silence, one freshman rose to his feet.
" Now then, mister, why do you consider yourself
an idiot?" inquired the lecturer with a sneer.  "Well,
actually I don't." said the student,  "but I hate to
see you standing up there all by yourself."

Take Time ( author unknown)

Take time to work. It is the price of success.
Take time to think. .It is the source of power.
Take time to play.. It is the secret of perpetual youth.
Take time to read.. It is the foundation of wisdom.
Take time to be friendly.. It is the road to happiness.
Take time to dream..It is hitching your wagon to a star.
Take time to love and be loved.. It is a God-given privilege.
Take time to look around.. The day is too short to be selfish.
Take time to laugh.. It is the music of the soul.

JOKE(From SLD products)

A woman goes to her doctor who verifies that
she is pregnant.  This is her first pregnancy. The
doctor asks her if she has any questions.  She
replies, "Well, I'm a little worried about the pain.
How much will childbirth hurt"  The doctor
answered "Well, that varies from woman to woman
and pregnancy to pregnancy and besides, it's
difficult to describe pain."  "I know, but can't you
give me some idea?" she asks.   "Grab your upper
lip and pull it out a little..."  "Like this?"  "A little
more..."Like this?"..."No, a little more..."   "Like
this?"  "Yes. Does that hurt?"  "A little bit."   "Now,
stretch it over your head!"

WHAT IS LOVE? (Mary Dawson Hughes)

LOVE IS THE WARMTH
THAT WE TWO SHARE
IT'S THE THINGS YOU DO
TO SHOW YOU CARE.

IT'S YOUR LOVING ARMS
HOLDING ME TIGHT,
ASSURING ME THAT
EVERYTHING'S RIGHT.

IT'S THE WAY YOU ARE
SO SWEET AND SO KIND,
THE WAY YOU'RE ALWAYS
ON MY MIND.

IT'S YOUR UNDERSTANDING
OF ALL THAT I DO,
THE SWEET WAY YOU HAVE
OF PRAISING ME, TOO.

LOVE IS SOMETHING WONDERFUL
THAT IS ALWAYS NEW;
AND LOVE, DARLING, IS THAT
WONDERFUL SOMETHING
I'LL ALWAYS BE IN WITH YOU.

Letter from God to women (Author unknown)

     When I created the heavens and the earth, I spoke them into being.
When I created man, I formed him and breathed life into his nostrils.
But you, woman, I fashioned after I breathed the breath of life into
man because your nostrils are too delicate.  I allowed a deep sleep to
come over him so I could patiently and perfectly fashion you. Man
was put to sleep so that he could not interfere with the creativity. From
one bone, I fashioned you. I chose the bone that protects man's life.
I chose the rib, which protects his heart and lungs and supports him,
as you are meant to do.

     Around this one bone, I shaped you....I modeled you. I created
you perfectly and beautifully. Your characteristics are as the rib,
strong yet delicate and fragile. You provide protection for the most
delicate organ in man, his heart. His heart is the center of his being;
his lungs hold the breath of life. The rib cage will allow itself to be
broken before it will allow damage to the heart. Support man as the
rib cage supports the body. You were not taken from his feet, to be
under him, nor were you taken from his head, to be above him.

     You were taken from his side, to stand beside him and be held
close to his side. You are my perfect angel....You are my beautiful
little girl. You have grown to be a splendid woman of excellence,
and my eyes fill when I see the virtues in your heart. Your eyes....
don't change them.  Your lips...how lovely when they part in prayer.
Your nose, so perfect in form. Your hands, so gentle to touch...I've
caressed your face in your deepest sleep. I've held your heart close
to mine. Of all that lives and breathes, you are most like me. Adam
walked with me in the cool of the day, yet he was lonely. He could
not see me or touch me. He could only feel Me. So everything I
wanted Adam to share and experience with me, I fashioned in you;
My holiness, My strength, My purity, My love, My protections and
support.

     You are special because you are an extension of Me. Man represents
my image, woman my emotions. Together you represent my image
and my emotions. Together you represent the totality of God. So man....
treat women well. Love her, respect her, for she is fragile.

Antigua Novena (Recomendada por el Padre Juan )

Jesus mio, mi amor, mi hermoso Niño, te amo tanto!... Tu lo sabes,
pero yo quiero amarte mas: Haz que te ame hasta donde no pueda
amarte mas una criatura... que te ame hasta morir...

Ven a mi, Niño mio; ven a mis brazos, ven a mi pecho,
reclinate sobre mi corazon un instante siquiera, embriagame
con tu amor. Pero si tanta dicha no merezco, dejame al menos
que te adore, que doblegue mi frente sobre el cesped que huellas
con tus plantas, cuando andas en el pastoreo de tu rebaño.

Pastorcillo de mi alma, pastorcito mio, mira esta ovejita tuya
como ansiosa te busca, como anhela por ti, Quisiera morar
contigo para siempre y seguirte a dondequiera que fueras para
ser en todo momento iluminada con la lumbre de tus bellisimos
ojos y recreada con la sin par hermosura de tu rostro y regalada
con la miel dulcisima que destila de tus labios;Quisiera ser apacentada
de tu propia mano con tus mas amadas ovejitas, respirar el ambiente
embalsamado de tus ropas y adormirme a la sombra de tu manto y
que nunca mas quitaras tu mano de ella. Mas, quisiera Jesus mio:
quisiera posar mis labios sobre la nivea blancura de tus pies...

Si, amor mio, no quieras impedirme tanto bien; dejame que me anonade
a tus plantas y me abrace con tus pies y los riegue con las lagrimas
salidas de mi pecho amante, encendidas en el sagrado fuego de tu amor.
Dejame besarte y despues... no quiero mas, muerame luego! Si, muerame
amandote,muerame por tu amor, muerame por ti, Niño mio, que eres
sumo bien, mi dicha, mi hermosura, la dulzura de mi alma, la alegria de
mi pecho, la paz de mi corazon, el encanto de mi vida. íAh, morir enfermo
de amor y de amor por Ti, luz mia, que dicha para mi alma, que consuelo,
que felicidad!!

Todo tuyo es mi ser, pues de la nada lo creaste y me lo diste y otra vez
vino a ser tuyo cuando me redimiste y con el precio de tu sangre me
compraste y otras tantas veces..hasta hoy he sido tuyo...cuantos son los
instantes que he vivido pues esta vida que tengo, tu mismo a cada instante
me la otorgas, la conservas y la guardas.

Por eso, Jesus mio, a ti quiero tornarme, de quien tantos bienes en uno
he recibido, Tu, pues seras, de hoy mas mi dueño unico. Tu el unico
amado de mi alma,porque solo tu eres mi padre y mi hermano y mi amigo...
y solo tu eres mi rey y creador y redentor y tu solo mi Dios y mi soberano
Señor.

Dulce Jesus mio, Divino Niño de mi alma: dime una vez mas  que si me amas
y dame en prenda de amor, de amor eterno, tu santa bendicion.  En el nombre
del Padre y del Hijo y del Espiritu Santo.
                                                                 AMEN

THE NEW SCHOOL PRAYER (By a teen in Bagdad, Ariiz.)

N ow I sit me down in school, where praying is against the rule.
For this great nation under God, finds mention of Him very odd.
If  Scripture now the class recites, it violates the Bill of Rights.
And any time my head I bow, becomes a Federal matter now.

Our hair can be purple, orange or green,,That's no offense; it's
a freedom scene.
The law is specific, the law is precise. Prayers spoken aloud are
a serious vice.
For praying in a public hall
might offend someone with no faith at all.
In silence alone, we must meditate;
God's name is prohibited by the state.

We're allowed to cuss and dress like freaks,
and pierce our noses, tongues and cheeks.
They've outlawed guns, but FIRST the BIBLE.
To quote the GOOD BOOK makes me liable.

We can elect a pregnant Senior Queen,
and the "unwed daddy", our Senior King.
It's "inappropriate"to teach right from wrong.
We're taught that such "judgements"do no belong.
We can get our condoms and birth controls;
Study witchcraft, vampires and totem poles.
But the Ten Commandments are not allowed

It,s scary here I must confess...
When chaos reigns the school's a mess.
So Lord, this silent plea I make:
Should I be shot; MY SOUL PLEASE TAKE !
                         AMEN