Each day is a gift ~

UPDATE: this is an image I posted last spring... I am re-posting this with a heavy heart, as I lost my most beloved Uncle yesterday, for whom I originally posted this. Thank you to each of you who prayed and asked about him over this past year.

 

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I wanted to share this poem with you, which really touched me. It was sent to me by my Uncle, who was just recently diagnosed with advanced prostate cancer. The poem reminds me of what a special gift we've been given to be alive on this Earth and to experience all of its wonders, both big and small. My Grandpa used to tell me that "each of us are born with x-number of breaths and only God knows what our number is." Each day is a gift, filled with everyday magic - make it count.

 

I believe in the power of prayer and positive thinking. If you wouldn't mind saying a short prayer or just send some healing wishes for my Uncle "Ada", I would be so grateful.

 

This poem is a bit long but if you have time to read it, I think it's a beautiful reminder to us all. The poem made me think of this tree, my favorite tree in the park where I walk. I stand in awe of its beauty while others just pass her by.

 

SLOW DANCE

 

Have you ever watched kids

On a merry-go-round?

Or listened to the rain

Slapping on the ground?

 

Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?

Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?

 

Do you run through each day on the fly?

When you ask "How are you?"

Do you hear the reply?

 

When the day is done

Do you lie in your bed

With the next hundred chores

Running through your head?

 

You'd better slow down

Don't dance so fast.

Time is short.

The music won't last.

 

Ever told your child, "We'll do it tomorrow"?

And in your haste, not see his sorrow?

 

Ever lost touch,

Let a good friendship die

'Cause you never had time

To call and say, 'Hi'

 

You'd better slow down

Don't dance so fast.

Time is short.

The music won't last.

 

When you run so fast to get somewhere

You miss half the fun of getting there.

 

When you worry and hurry through your day,

It is like an unopened gift....

Thrown away.

 

Life is not a race.

Do take it slower

Hear the music

Before the song is over.

 

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