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Pass quietly between the noise and the prey and remember the Peace that can be in the Silence. As far as possible, without lowering yourself, you have good relations with everyone. Say what you think courteously and clearly, listen to others, even the bored and the ignorant, also they have a story. Avoid loud and aggressive people: they are exhausting for the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you risk becoming vain or bitter, because there will always be those who are better and worse than you. Rejoice with your successes and also with your projects. Keep your interest in your profession, however humble; is a true heritage in the changing fortunes of time. Act prudently in your affairs, for the world is full of snares; but do not let that blind you to the virtue which also exists; many people fight for noble ideals and everywhere life is full of heroism. Be yourself. Above all, do not pretend in affection. Do not be unique about love, because in the face of all aridity and disenchantment, it is as eternal as the grass. Take good advice from the years, giving you a smile from the things of youth. Cultivate the strength of spirit, to protect yourself against unexpected misfortunes. But do not torment yourself with the shadows that surround you: many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond sound discipline, be patient with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees or the stars; You have the right to be here. And whether this is clear or not for you, no doubt that in Peace with God, however you conceive it and whatever your labors and aspirations, in the midst of the noisy confusion of existence, it maintains peace of mind. With all the alternatives, frustrations and shattered dreams, it's still a wonderful World. Be cheerful and strive to be happy.

We live in a land of fairy tales
Old and new

And from the mouths of Kings and rulers
Every deceit spews

In religion there is a happy end
And in New Age we just ascend

On the World Wide Web
We can focus on the next celeb
That’s playing the evil Lucifer

Or, should we just elect Jeb
And become
A dynasty connoisseur

Of stories, paths and roads traveled
Hopelessly unraveled

While we keep the status quo
The truth may well be

That some fairy tales just blow
We should agree

Really light up and rearrange
Rework change

The paradigm has no end in sight
Riddled with continuous ‘fright or flight’
Time for a rewrite

What to do on planet earth
Ah…visualize rebirth

Simply unplug from the matrix
All the ideologies and tricks

Make your own world
Neatly knitted and purled

With threads of silver and gold
Be bold

Don’t look back
No backtrack

In your own fairytale you are the Knight
Keep moving toward the quintessential light

Because if you don’t have a dog in the fight
Unplugging is right

Nothing in this world to fear
Just tell ‘em “I’m not from around here”

Live a life of happily ever after
Filled with gobs of laughter

Cut the strings of the puppeteer
Then simply . . . disappear

Into the fairytale reality you create
Because, it’s going to be absolutely great!


© Jade Anjoun / 2015

Little is noticed and even less remembered.

Listen to the church bells ring
In the tower by the town's square
Just listen to the joy they bring
The familiar hymns make all aware
When all the earth shall sing
To the love of dear God we share

When you ring to tell us time
As we wait we all will find
Our ears will count each chime
Subconsciously in our mind
The hours of each day sublime
Getting through our daily grind

Through the seasons we shall pass
Be comfort and content that will last
Resonating from bronze or brass
Ring mementos from our past
Children playing on the grass
Parents working by contrast

Whatever were doing seems to halt
When the mighty bells ring out
We will stop and listen by default
And wait for time to bring about
Each precious moment we exalt
Those great bells we never doubt

Truth is the Greatest Prize

We had our moments
Some good and some bad
Could we share a future
Against a world so mad
You and me were glad

Can we rewrite history
The one that got away
Is peace such a mystery
To hide what we betray
Can we catch a future

There once was such hope
Peace that would last and last
The world too tired to cope
We were all so hungry
Coming out of the cold

Now we all must realize
Our future is really not ours
When all our freedom dies
So beware of all the lies
Truth is the greatest prize

Sometimes we must accept the outcome of truth or suffer the consequences.

In the coldness of morning
and sunbeams touch my face,
A new world is breathing for the entire human race.


Feeling so much happiness
you are not far away,
And with God as witness
wishing you a bright day !

The sunlight silhouetting an amazing canopy
Grass more green than any time all the year
Shadows now larger than summer's smallness
Makes you wonder as you watch when it appears
Like fingers crossed symbols of luck they bring
The autumn season will take longer to pass
How the weathered leaves rattle in the breeze
The ever shifting clouds curving across the sky
The emblem that I love snapping to attention
Then resting at ease in the calm afternoon
Trained to all the mornings glowing valleys
Glory to the life I own in my west meadows
Tied to all our country's strong moorings
A fabric of love and devotion to family will I sing
A fierce determination towards freedom
Life hanging desperately at times by a thread
I shall seek no further and ask no more
I shall not cower in the shadows that hide me
I shall not attempt to overcome all the tears
Because if I do I have to commit to it
So, I can’t stand back any longer in fear
Because fear is not something I contrive
I don’t recognize fear so what keeps me alive
What possible example does fear represent
How it belongs to anything I ever thought about
Possibilities created against guarantees
I seriously and most substantially disagree
But getting back to that sunset in my meadow
The grass is really, really getting green

Great minds talk about ideas
Average minds talk about events
Small minds talk about people

“At the crossroads I stand: which way should I turn?
I know not whence I shall find life.
Around me is danger, great, life-threat’ning danger;
Oh, where shall I turn from sin’s strife?”

“Friend, look up before you! Up there on the hill
stands the cross of Golgotha—there!
‘Tis where Jesus hung bleeding, for man-kind e’er pleading—
there our pain and our sins gladly bear.”

Run, sinner, run! Jesus longs now to save you!
Come now to the cross where He died!
Look up to your Saviour, for He reigns now in Heaven—
He’ll forgive if to Him you will fly.

“If any would lay their sins and their burdens
upon Me: Lo, I will give rest:
Forsake now your toil that leads to destruction
and come lay thine head on My breast.”

~Rebecca L.
November 15, 2014

O, fellowman, do you not hear the voice of nature newly born?
Bright-pearled dew, the robin's trill, the stirring of the early morn?
How sweet it is, if you'd be still, to hear God's message from His heart:
That if we would see His gifts that He doth now impart...
How much you'd learn from nature's ways that governments of men
do seem to shun and do not know the wisdom it displays!
The Lord made all we see: the trees and creeping things
He made for our delight; not just His own for joy and awe to bring.