The Garden of Time
God, I thank you for this day. I know I haven't accomplished as yet all you expect of me, and if that is your reason for bathing me in the fresh dew of another dawn, I am most grateful.
I am prepared, at last, to make You proud of me.
I will forget yesterday, with all its trials and tribulations, aggravations and setbacks, anger and frustrations. The past is already a dream from which I can neither retrieve a single word or erase any foolish deeds.
I will resolve, however, that if I have injured anyone yesterday through my thoughtlessness, I will not let this day's sun set before I make amends, and nothing I do today will be of greater importance.
I will not fret the future. My success and happiness does not depend
on straining to see what lurks dimly on the horizon but to do,
this day what lies clearly at hand.
I will treasure this day, for it is all I have. I know that its rushing hours
cannot be accumulated or stored like precious grain for future use.
I will live as all good actors do when they are on stage -
only in the moment. I cannot perform at my best today by regretting
my previous acts, mistakes or worrying about the scene to come.
I will embrace today's difficult tasks, take off my coat, and make dust in the world. I will remember that the busier I am, the less harm I am apt to suffer, the tastier will be my food, the sweeter my sleep, and the better satisfied I will be with my place in the world.
I will free myself today from slavery to the clock and calendar, although I will plan this day in order to conserve my steps and energy. I will begin to measure my life in deeds not years, in thoughts, not seasons, in feelings, not figures on a dial.
I will remain aware of how little it takes to make this a happy day. Never will I pursue happiness, because it is not a goal, just a by-product, and there is not happiness in having or getting, only in giving.
I will run from no danger I might encounter today, because I am certain that nothing will happen to me that I am not equipped to handle with Your help. Just as any gem is polished by friction, I am certain to become more valuable through this day's adversities, and if You close one door, You always open another for me.
I will live this day as if it were Christmas. I will be a giver of gifts and deliver to mine enemies the gift of forgiveness, my opponents tolerance, my friends a smile, my children a good example, and every gift will be wrapped in unconditional love.
I will waste not even a precious second today in anger or hate or jealousy
or selfishness. I know that the seeds I sow I will harvest, because every
action, good or bad, is followed by an equal reaction. I will plant only good
seeds this day.
I will treat today as a priceless violin. One may draw harmony from it,
another discord, yet no one will blame the instrument. Life is the same,
and if I play it correctly, it will give forth beauty, but if I play it ignorantly, it
will produce ugliness.
I will condition myself to look upon every problem I encounter today as no
more than a pebble in my shoe. I remember the pain, so harsh I could
hardly walk, and recall my surprise when I removed my shoe and found
only a grain of sand.
I will work, convinced that nothing great was ever achieved without
enthusiasm. To do anything today that is truly worth doing, I must not
stand back shivering and thinking of the cold and danger, but jump in with
gusto and scramble through as well as I can.
I will face the world with goals set for this day, but they will be attainable
ones, not the vague impossible variety declared by those who make a
career of failure. I realize that You always try me with a little, first, to see
what I would do with a lot.
I will never hide my talents. If I am silent, I am forgotten. If I do not
advance, I will fall back. If I walk away from any challenge today, my
self-esteem will be forever scarred, and if I cease to grow, even a little, I
will become smaller. I regret the stationary position because it is always
the beginning of the end.
I will keep a smile on my face and in my heart even when it hurts today. I
know that the world is a looking glass and gives back to me the reflections
of my own soul. Now I understand that I canít correct anotherís attitude,
but I can correct my own.
I will turn away from any temptation today that might cause me to break my
word or lose my self-respect. I am positive that the only thing I possess
more valuable than my life is my honor.
I will work this day with all my strength, content in the knowledge that life
does not consist of wallowing in the past, or peering anxiously at the
future. It is appalling to contemplate the great number of painful steps by
which one arrives at a truth so old, so obvious, and so frequently
expressed. Whatever it offers, little or much, my life is now.
I will pause whenever I am feeling sorry for myself today, and remember
that this is the only day I have and I must play it to the fullest. What my
past may signify in the great whole, I may not recognize, but I am here to
play it and now is the time.
I will count this day as a separate life.
I will remember that those who have fewest regrets are those who take
each moment as it comes for all that it is worth.
The Origin of the above is unknown by me.
It was given to me by a good friend, Rose Marie Lay.
The Clock of Life
The clock of life is wound but once,
And no one has the power,
To tell just where the hands will stop
At late, or early hour.
To lose one's wealth is sad indeed,
To lose one's health is more -
To lose one's soul is such a loss
As no one can restore.
The present only is our own
To seek to do God's will,
Tomorrow holds no promise, for
The clock may then be still.
Author Unknown by me.
Please come back soon and visit me.
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