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Curious
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I
wandered
along
the
sandy
shore,
Within
the
spray,
the
ocean
roar,
Safe
from
it's
wild
ferocity,
In the
rugged
reef,
so
rough,
In
environment,
so
tough,
I
spied
things
of
curiosity.
Within
the
rocky
pools
I
find,
Creatures
with
unique
design,
Submitting
to
their
Creator's
law,
Doing
what
they're
made
to do,
Not
seeking
after
something
new,
Performing
what
they're
purposed
for.
The
tentacles
of the
anemone
Waving
in the
shallow
sea
Serenely
placed
on a
sandy
spot,
Grasp
for
that
passing
feel
To
calmly
enfold
a meal
Then
satisfied,
so
blissfully
unlock.
If we
stay
open
just
like
that,
We
find
goodness
in our
habitat,
Instead,
we
close
up
fearing
pain,
And
push
away
another's
love,
But in
giving
them
the
shove,
We
forfeit
so
much
gain.
Clam
shells
litter
everywhere,
Lots
of
food
they
freely
share,
Suckers,
cleaning
as
they
go,
Bound
together
in a
pack..
Advancing
army
on
attack..
A big
green
slimy
lawn
to
mow.
Can we
that
placid
be,
Accepting
what
we
see,
With
God's
shell
of
protection
We can
share
all
that
we've
got,
Be
happy
with
our
lot,
And
not
crave
much
recognition.
In one
pool,
deep
and
round,
This
clique
of
crabs
I
found,
Just
one
big
family
group,
Grandies
and
tinies
altogether
Roughing
out
all
kinds
of
weather,
No-one
forced
to fly
the
coop.
So I
mused
about
a
happy
home,
Where
no-one
needs
to
roam,
How
God
puts
us in
a
household,
So we
can be
as one
In the
struggles
and
the
fun,
None
are
left
out in
the
cold.
Soft
Whispers
from
Derry's
Heart
Poems
© 2004
used
with
permission
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au
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I have
come to
realize
more and
more
that the
greatest
disease
and the
greatest
suffering
is to be
unwanted,
unloved,
uncared
for,
to be shunned by everybody, to be just nobody [to no one]
It is
not how
much we
do, but
how much
love we
put in
the
doing.
It is not how much we give, but how much love we put in the giving.
~Mother
Teresa~
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