Be a goal to be acquired by the existence.
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The World is my Kryptonite
by JF
The World is my Kryptonite.
It was delivered by a Canaanite.
It is so very black and white.
Black as black midnight.
White as white starlight.
Hotter than a fist-fight.
Colder than a frostbite.
It tries to lure you to the fight.
Being naturally impolite.
Always swelling with pride and might.
Soaring like a meteorite.
Exploding like dynamite.
O, but it is a parasite!
Warping every human right.
Dealing every man-made fright.
Feeding like a scabie mite.
Destroying like a forest blight.
Yet it craves a ray of Light.
From it, I remain from sight.
It is worse than any stage fright.
A never-ending snakebite.
Seeing without sight.
Hearing without height.
Choking out the sunlight.
The world is my Kryptonite.
But parts of it may turn to Light.
So its pain I will carry on.
ADVERSITY
by Ruth Smeltzer
To the thorns of life I’m more indebted
Than I am to the roses sweet;
They will not let me lie inactive
While round me there are tasks to meet.
They spur me on to nobler action,
Nor long allow me quiet ease,
But keep on pricking at my conscience–
And often drive me to my knees.
A bowl of fire
Is all of mankind not grown forth from the same tree?
“For if man will behave this way when the tree is green, what will happen when it is dry?”
The low-way leads to the Highway.
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THE MAN AND THE MOUNTAIN
by Patience Strong (1907-1990)
The man looked at the mountain and the mountain at the man.
Scornfully it seemed to say, “Come, climb me if you can.”
The mountain was a giant with his shoulders in the sky,
The man a midget little more than sixty inches high.
But he had something more than height: a mind, a soul, a will,
A dream, a passionate desire, and so with patient skill
He moved with cautious steps upon the rocky, icy slope,
Climbing with a faith unbounded and a mighty hope.
With mist and storm and avalanche the mountain fought that day,
As over chasm, cliff, and gorge the climber made his way,
And reached the summit. Nature’s forces wild and fierce and blind
Were overcome and conquered by a midget with a mind.
Not How Much Is Your Gold
by Vincent Godfrey Burns (1893-1979)
Not how much is your gold,
Not how great are your lands;
How kind is your heart?
How clean are your hands?
Not knowledge nor pride,
Not a crown nor a creed;
Have you found the good life,
Have you helped those in need?
What good did you find
On your way to the goal?
How broad is your mind?
How sweet is your soul?
