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princess ruth

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Canada, Canada
A Rock, A River, A Tree
Hosts to species long since departed,
Marked the mastodon.
The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
Of their sojourn here
On our planet floor,
Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.

But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
Come, you may stand upon my
Back and face your distant destiny,
But seek no haven in my shadow.

I will give you no more hiding place down here.

You, created only a little lower than
The angels, have crouched too long in
The bruising darkness,
Have lain too long
Face down in ignorance.

Your mouths spilling words
Armed for slaughter.

The Rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
But do not hide your face.

Across the wall of the world,
A River sings a beautiful song,
Come rest here by my side.

Each of you a bordered country,
Delicate and strangely made proud,
Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.

Your armed struggles for profit
Have left collars of waste upon
My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.

Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
If you will study war no more. Come,

Clad in peace and I will sing the songs
The Creator gave to me when I and the
Tree and the stone were one.

Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your
Brow and when you yet knew you still
Knew nothing.

The River sings and sings on.

There is a true yearning to respond to
The singing River and the wise Rock.

So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
The African and Native American, the Sioux,
The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek
The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
They hear. They all hear
The speaking of the Tree.

Today, the first and last of every Tree
Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.

Plant yourself beside me, here beside the River.

Each of you, descendant of some passed
On traveller, has been paid for.

You, who gave me my first name, you
Pawnee, Apache and Seneca, you
Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of
Other seekers--desperate for gain,
Starving for gold.

You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot ...
You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought
Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
Praying for a dream.

Here, root yourselves beside me.

I am the Tree planted by the River,
Which will not be moved.

I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
I am yours--your Passages have been paid.

Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
For this bright morning dawning for you.

History, despite its wrenching pain,
Cannot be unlived, and if faced
With courage, need not be lived again.

Lift up your eyes upon
The day breaking for you.

Give birth again
To the dream.

Women, children, men,
Take it into the palms of your hands.

Mold it into the shape of your most
Private need. Sculpt it into
The image of your most public self.
Lift up your hearts
Each new hour holds new chances
For new beginnings.

Do not be wedded forever
To fear, yoked eternally
To brutishness.

The horizon leans forward,
Offering you space to place new steps of change.
Here, on the pulse of this fine day
You may have the courage
To look up and out upon me, the
Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.

No less to Midas than the mendicant.

No less to you now than the mastodon then.

Here on the pulse of this new day
You may have the grace to look up and out
And into your sister's eyes, into
Your brother's face, your country
And say simply
Very simply
With hope
Good morning.
Posted 25 Nov 2007

ruth
Posted 25 Nov 2007

Posted 25 Nov 2007

I just wanted to say something nice
Something happy
Something warm
Something that will make you smile
Because I love to see your smile

Your smile
Is like a ray of sun
Bursting through a cloudy day
Or a drenching rain
Falling upon parched land
Or like seeing the first bud of spring
After many snow bound days

I just wanted
To say something nice
Because your smile
Always
Brightens my day
                                                              Hello lamha ruth here do ya remember me im your good friend ruth im back where r ya
Posted 25 Nov 2007

Posted 25 Nov 2007

         Friendship Rose   

Just like a rose,
so precious and rare,
is the forever friendship
the Circle of us share.

Planted with kindness,
it's warmed by the sun
of caring and sharing,
laughter and fun.

It's grounded in trust
and nurtured by love,
with a sprinkling of grace
from God up above.

Tears of sadness and joy,
like dew, renew this friendship
I share with you.

And in the heart's garden,
we find the room to be ourselves,
to grow and bloom.

A blessing of beauty unsurpassed,
our friendship's a flower
that will always last.
Posted 25 Nov 2007

FRIENDSHIP'S ROAD
              
I have a warm and friendly feeling
As I think of you today;
And I wish that we could visit,
But you're many miles away.

Separated by such distance,
Yet our emails bring us near;
Through the miles we share a friendship
That's become to me most dear.

Friends through correspondence;
Still, your face I need not see
For your soul shines through the words
Every time you write to me.

You have a special way of writing,
Warming as the sunshine rays,
Bringing joy and inspiration,
Brightening up my days.

You have enriched my life, my dear one,
And I'm glad God willed we meet,
"Friendship's Road" is that much nicer
Traveling it with one so sweet.

~Beverly J Anderson



A certain man planted a rose and watered it faithfully.
      Before it blossomed, he examined it.
He saw a bud that would soon blossom.
He also saw the thorns, and he thought,
"How can any beautiful flower come from a plant,
burdened with so many sharp thorns?"
Saddened by this thought,
he neglected to water the rose,
and before it was ready to bloom, it died.

So it is with many people.
Within every soul, there is a rose.
The "God-like" qualities planted in us at birth,
growing amidst the thorns of our faults.
Many of us look at ourselves and see
only the thorns, the defects.
We despair, thinking nothing good can
possibly come from us.
We neglect to water the good within us,
and eventually it dies.
We never realize our potential.

Some don't see the rose within themselves.
It takes someone else to show it to them.
One of the greatest gifts a person can possess is
to be able to reach past the thorns and
find the rose within others.
This is the truest, most innocent, and gracious characteristic of love -
to know another person, including their faults,
recognize the nobility in their soul, and yet still help another to realize they can overcome their faults.
If we show them the rose, they will conquer the thorns.
Only then will they blossom, and most likely, blooming thirty, sixty, a hundred-fold, as it is given to them.

   Our duty in this world is to help others,
by showing them their roses and not their thorns.
It is then that we achieve the love
we should feel for each other.
Only then can we bloom in our own garden.

                                               




I GOT A DOZEN RED ROSES
FROM A FRIEND THE OTHER DAY;
BUT I ONLY HAVE ONE LEFT,
FOR I GAVE THEM ALL AWAY.
I GAVE ONE TO MY SISTER,
WHO TO ME IS VERY DEAR,
IN HOPES THAT IT WILL BRING TO HER
A LITTLE FLORAL CHEER.

I TOOK ONE TO A FRIEND
WHO'S NOT FEELING VERY WELL;
THE FLOWER OR THE VISIT -
WHICH HELPED MORE I COULD NOT TELL.
ONE WENT TO A FRIEND
I HAVEN'T KNOWN FOR VERY LONG.
SHE STRUGGLES, SO IN SOME SMALL WAY
I HOPE THIS HELPS HER CARRY ON.

THE REST WENT TO THE ONES
WHO'VE HELPED ME IN SO MANY WAYS;
THEY HAVE BEEN A CHEERFUL PRESENCE
ON MY VERY DREARY DAYS.

THE ROSES WERE SO PRETTY
I JUST COULD NOT KEEP THEM ALL,
EXCEPT ONE SINGLE BUD STANDING
BEAUTIFUL AND TALL.
MY FRIEND GAVE ME THE FLOWERS
TO HELP BRIGHTEN UP MY DAY,
BUT THE BIGGEST JOY I RECEIVED
WAS IN GIVING THEM AWAY.



~Quiet strolls on moonlit nights,
a playground's endless laughter,
blooming roses in the spring,
the glow the morning after.

Walking barefoot in the grass,
a poem that makes you cry,
the feel of silk upon your skin,
an eagle when it flies.

Love songs on the radio,
old couples holding hands,
newborn kittens nursing,
enthusiastic fans.

Sitting on a porch swing,
sipping lemonade,
admiring the beauty in all
that God has made.

Watching for a shooting star,
a breeze that cools things down,
the first snow of the winter,
a night out on the town.
Little acts of kindness,
a loving word or two,
simple things to treasure,
these things I wish for you~
              
Posted 25 Nov 2007

eshajam says

very nice
so you are lamha's friend
nice to meet ya
Posted 25 Nov 2007

thank you very very very much
Posted 25 Nov 2007

eshajam says
welcome
Posted 25 Nov 2007

i'm here
ruth
Posted 25 Nov 2007

Fairl_Girl says
hmmmm gud work
Posted 26 Nov 2007

~tasha~ says
gr8 work ruth
Posted 26 Nov 2007

oh thank ya very very much
Posted 26 Nov 2007

max-power says
nice one dude
Posted 26 Nov 2007

~tasha~ says
princess ruth said:

oh thank ya very very much



ur welcome ruth

keep it up
Posted 26 Nov 2007

Posted 26 Nov 2007

hey tasha what's your real name
Posted 26 Nov 2007

~CHANDNI~ says
very nice.
Posted 26 Nov 2007


oh thank ya tasha
        aww
Posted 26 Nov 2007


hmmm.. you thanks too chanda ki chandni                                                      
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           ****WEL COME ME****

                        ~**RuTh**~
Posted 26 Nov 2007

                      WeLcOmE tO Me
                          RuTh
                       
Posted 26 Nov 2007

~tasha~ says
ruth plz introduce urself in intro section

and plz avoid spamming
Posted 26 Nov 2007

~tasha~ says
princess ruth said:

hey tasha what's your real name



Natasha
Posted 26 Nov 2007

oh natasha nice name what a cool name natasha i liked that
Posted 26 Nov 2007

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