Literature

Waves of Tranquility by Francine Pucillo

Soft the scent within the air
That offers gentle peace
Flowing through a gentleness
That shares the soul's release



Waves in glow of candlelight
Will bring a heart's delight
Traveling in this special time
Will raise the captive light



Now to rest within the place
Where heart and mind will go
Standing near the precipice
Of movements too and fro


There upon the peacefulness
Of calmness we have found
Now the sweet tranquility
Of joy in life rebounds.


~Francine Pucillo~
© February 18, 2007
used with permission. A
special thanks to Francine for
the use of her poetry, God Bless.
You may read more of poetry
by visiting her site.


With thanks from the source: http://www.anchoredinhim.com/waves/tranquil.html

The Woodsman and the Leprechaun

Long ago, a woodsman saved the life of a leprechaun and was given one wish. The woodsman thought for a long time and finally wished that each of his three daughters find a good husband.

But the leprechaun was full of games. "How am I to know what's good in your mind? I'll give them husbands, but you can name only one quality and it's got to be the same for all. What'll you have? I can make them clever, strong, beautiful, rich - you name it."

The woodsman said, "Then give me men of good character."

The leprechaun wasn't done playing. "And how am I to know what good character is?"

"Do you have children?" asked the woodsman.

"I do," said the leprechaun.

"And do you love them?"

"More than life itself."

"Then give my girls the kind of men you want for your children."

"Ah," the leprechaun said, "then you shall have honorable men with kind and loving hearts. And I'll throw in a strong conscience too."

The woodsman was a shrewd man and a good father. He knew the well-being and happiness of his children depends on the quality of their relationships. The quality of their relationships depends on the quality of the people they are with.

But what if the woodsman was asked what one quality he wants in his own daughters? As a wise father he would again ask for good character. Whether it's in one's spouse or oneself, cleverness, good looks, and money are nice, but in the end the most essential quality of a good life is good character.

This is Michael Josephson reminding you that character counts.

Michael Josephson
www.charactercounts.org

With thanks from the source: www.InsightoftheDay.com

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Leo Tolstoy's Novel "War and Peace" is a Lesson for Holistic Life!

We can be good in words and making impressions, but when it comes the living of the holistic life, there is an example, which one can set an example for others. It is the way Martin, the old man in Leo Tolstoy's novel, War and Peace experiences holistically. It is about the transformation, which one can realize to become a holistic and thus the civilized person in the modern world, doing what one says and says what one does.

This novel is best among all literary works for humanly transformation for peace, taking a step for ending the war of hatred, while spreading the message of love for all.

It goes well in the more words, though never enough,
http://www.shvoong.com/humanities/1656167-global-c...

"Hold my hand!"
By Bob Perks

"Hold my hand, Bobby!," she said and I did.

I loved holding my mother's hand. It was
soft like a satin pillow, yet firm enough to
hold onto me when I got distracted.

As I write these words I can clearly see
them reaching out for me. I want so
desperately to feel that comfort again,
not only in her touch, but the comfort
of knowing she was there.

Maybe it's the approaching holidays that
have stirred up my sentimental side. I long
to wake up to the smell of the turkey roasting
in the oven. I want to watch her roll out the crust
for the pumpkin pie and butter the pan for
the excess stuffing that just wouldn't fit inside.

I want to see her standing there in the kitchen
wearing a full apron, now covered with flour
and splattered with errant pumpkin mix. She
always let lick the beaters and I made a mess
of it, too.

But I keep going back to her hands. What is this
vision that will not leave me? I try desperately to
see her face and immediately her hands come to
mind.

Maybe it's just that she is concerned for me and
wanted me to know. Seeing her out stretched
hands brings me peace, always did.

There it goes again. Soft, white hands with bluish
veins just below the surface, turning palms up
almost beckoning me to come closer for a hug.

Oh, a mother's hug is like no other. I could live
there, have slept there hearing her beating heart
and feeling her warmth.

Yes, maybe that's it after all.

The holidays were hers. So much so that when she
died in June of that year, two weeks later a flood hit
our home. The water reached nearly to the top of
the doorway on the first floor.

I discovered a pressure cooker on a shelf above the
steps leading to the cellar. When I opened it, I found
it filled with mom's homemade Christmas cookies.
Her last gift made by the same hands that call out
to me today.

The same hands that wiped away my tears, cuddled my
face, scolded me, but never hit, pointed out the good
in me and in the last moments of her life gently let
go of mine.

Hold someone's hand today. Tomorrow you may
wish you had.

"Hold my hand, Bobby."
"I never let go, Mom!"

Thanks, my friend...
"I wish you enough!"
J
Bob Perks

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"I Wish You enough!"
© 2001 Bob Perks
I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright.
I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more.
I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive.
I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear
much bigger.
I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.
I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.
I wish you enough "Hello's" to get you through the final "Goodbye."