My Daily Wish Tuesday
Posted by: bigguyhereagain <bigguyhereagain@...>
See good in those who pass our way;
Find in each a worthy trait
That we shall gladly cultivate;
See in each one passing by
The better things that beautify
A softly spoken word of cheer,
A kindly face, a smile sincere.
I pray each day that we may view
The things that warm one's heart anew;
The kindly deed that can't be bought
That only from good are wrought,
A burden lightened here and there,
A brother lifted from despair,
The aged ones freed from distress;
The lame, the sick, brought happiness.
Grant that before each sun has set
We'll witness deeds we can't forget;
A soothing hand to one in pain,
A sacrifice for love - not gain;
A word to ease the troubled mind
Of one whom fate has dealt unkind.
So, friend, my wish is that we may
See good in all who pass our way.
Disillusioned by life with good reason to frown,
The world seemed intent on dragging me down.
And if that weren't enough to ruin my day,
A young boy approached, out of breath from play.
He stood right before me with his head tilted down
And said with great excitement, "Look what I found!"
In his hand was a flower, a pitiful sight,
With its petals all worn - not enough rain, or too little light.
Wanting him to take his dead flower and play,
I faked a small smile and then shifted away.
But instead of retreating he sat next to my side
Placed the flower to his nose and declared with surprise,
It sure smells pretty and it's beautiful, too.
That's why I picked it; here, it's for you."
The weed before me was dying or dead.
Not vibrant of colors: orange, yellow or red.
But I knew I must take it, or he might never leave.
So I reached for the flower, and replied, "Just what I need."
but instead of him placing the flower in my hand,
He held it mid-air without reason or plan.
It was then that I noticed for the very first time
That weed-toting boy could not see: he was blind.
I heard my voice quiver; tears shone in the sun
As I thanked him for picking the very best one.
You're welcome," he smiled, and then ran off to play,
Unaware of the impact he'd had on my day.
I sat there and wondered how he managed to see
A self-pitying woman near an old willow tree.
How did he know of my self-indulged plight?
Perhaps from his heart, he'd been blessed with true sight.
Through the eyes of a blind child, at last I could see
The problem was not with the world; it was me.
And for all of those times I myself had been blind,
I vowed to see beauty in life and appreciate every second that's mine.
And I held that wilted flower up to my nose
And breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful rose
And smiled as I watched the young boy,
Another weed in his hand, about to change the life of an unsuspecting old man.
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