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Revolution (by: Anthony de Mello, SJ)
There were rules in the monastery, but the Master always warned against the tyranny of the law.
The Miss of Love (by: Troy David Bowden)
The miss of a lost love can darken the soul. Wishing to see her in the moonlight or day can cause pain and it does in my heart. Her walk was of a God and her eyes were of the dove. Lost am I in this world without her. Her touch her sound the kiss of forever and the words that came to be.
The Power of Love (by: Joseph Walker)
By any standard of measurement, David was a powerfulman. Tall, handsome and dignified, he cut an imposingfigure, even in his declining years. He was widely knownand greatly respected by his peers and others in thecommunity.
The Tender Caress (by: Author Unknown)
Michael and I did not know when the waiter put the plates on our table. Atthe time we were sitting in a small restaurant, hidden from the busy ThirdStreet, in New York City.Event the smell of fresh serving blintze did not interfered ourconversation. Infact, we let the blintze soaked in the sour cream. We justenjoy the conversation too much that we forgot to eat.
The Tin Man (by: Danny T. Dobson)
This is a story of a man who works in a big factory.I have seen him for years but I never pay any attentions to him.He was a little bit weird, I think. A little bit short. A little bit dirty.He always wore an old red hat and he always carried a rubbish bag.He usually spent his break time and his lunchtime by walking around in that old big factory to collect the unused tins scattered around the place.
Three Root Words (by: Alan Harris)
When all the words are done,
and all the gestures and looks,
I love you.
True Love (by: Felix Nasir)
I love you as I love to walk in this world
My love is pure
I love you because I love you
But I don't have a wanted
Wealth, Success, and Love (by: Author Unknown)
A woman came out of her house and saw 3 old men with long white beards sitting in her front yard. She did not recognize them.
What Matters Most (by: Brian G. Jett)
I'd watched this old man for many months, with tattered clothes most worn
I'd seen the look on many a face, as each looked at him with scorn
Who Has the Handicap? (by: Brian G. Jett)
I'm learning each and everyday, from a young man who can hardly speak. He teaches me something new each day, as I watch him mop and sweep.
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