— Linda Ellis © 1996 I read of a man who stood to speak At the funeral of a friend He referred to the dates on her tombstone From the beginning… to the end. He noted that first came her date of birth, And spoke the following date with tears, …Read More »
— Author unknown Once there were three trees on a hill in the woods. They were discussing their hopes and dreams when the first tree said, “Someday I hope to be a treasure chest. I could be filled with gold, silver and precious gems. I could be decorated with Intricate …Read More »
-- By Al Albrecht, Home Spun Poems
I love walking in the rain,
Listening to its pitter pat.
As it falls so softly,
Upon my old felt hat.
To smell the freshness in the air,
As is gently falls to earth,
Bringing freshness to everything,
And giving forth new birth.
As it causes seeds to sprout,
And everything to grow,
It washes off God's pretty greens,
In winter, it is snow.
I love to walk out in the rain,
What peace comes to my soul.
-- By Emily Alford Park, R.N.
Dedicated to all who "wear white."
Do you know what it feels like to enter the room of a child who is delirious with fever... crying out in moans... reaching out in the darkness for some comfort from the frightening world of sickness. I DO.
Do you know what it feels like to stand in the hallway of a busy Emergency Room and watch the Rescue Workers racing frantically towards you as they bring in the victims of the automobile wreckage just five blocks away. I DO.