Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Prose that reads like Poetry



I paraphrased and titled this piece of Elizabeth Kubler Ross:



Our Purpose


Whether or not we understand fully who we are
or what happens when we die;
it is our purpose as human beings
to look within ourselves,
to find and build our individual
strength and understanding.


And then reach out to others,
with love, acceptance, and patient guidance;
in hope of what we may become together.


This one is another "Author Unkown" I found it in a 1961 edition of Friendship magazine put out by Ideals Publishing Company:



May Evening Find Me Gentle


Give me a few friends who will love me for who I am
or am not.
Keep ever burning before my wandering steps
the kindly light of hope.
And though age and infirmity overtake me
and I come not in sight of the castle of my dreams,
teach me still to be thankful for life
and time's old memories that are good and sweet.
And may the evening twilight find me gentle still.