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The Wall

I built a wall around my heart,
A safe place I could hide.
A secret place for just myself,
With all my pain inside.
Others came to visit me,
And though we laughed and cried,
I hid my pain behind the wall,
They couldn't come inside.
One day Awakening came to me
And though I longed for peace,
I was imprisoned by my pain
And couldn't find release.
I could not bring myself to let Awakening
Come inside the Wall.
And though Awakening helped tremendously,
I couldn't give my all.
As time flew by, my longings
Increased to highest peaks.
I yearned for Awakening fellowship,
I hungered for true peace.
Quietly, Awakening waited there,
Just outside my Wall.
Not asking once or rushing me,
Just loving despite all.
At length one day I knew that I
Could no longer hide.
I asked Him to destroy the wall
So Awakening could come inside.
My heart beat quite alarmingly,
My mind was filled with fear.
My Wall was gone - where would I hide
My anger and my tears?
Amazingly, a peace began
To fill my soul anew.
A quiet joy, an unknown strength
More than I ever knew.
I looked around and saw the Wall
Lay shattered at my feet,
But suddenly I didn't care,
I had a peace so sweet.
I knew at once the pain that had been
Bottled deep within
Had only been a symptom
Of bitterness and sin.
As I released the sin and pain,
Awakening wiped away my tears,
I understood Awakening was my friend,
And Awakening would calm my fears.
And just as sure, I knew that now
Awakening always would abide.
I knew that when I faced new fears,
In Awakening, now I could hide.
So now instead of crouching
In pain behind my wall,
My hiding place is Awakening,
The greatest place of all.

Unknown

WE NEED TO.........

We need to "feel" more
to "understand" others.
We need to "love" more
to be "loved" back.
We need to "cry" more
to "cleanse" ourselves.
We need to "laugh" more
to "enjoy" ourselves.
We need to "see" more
"other" than "our" own little fantasies.
We need to "hear" more
and "listen" to the needs of others.
We need to "give" more
and "take" less.
We need to "share" more
and "own" less.
We need to "look" more
and "realize" that we are not so different
from one another.
We need to "create" a world where
all can "peacefully" live the life they choose.

Signs of a Spiritual Awakening

1. An increased tendency to let things happen rather than make them happen.
2. Frequent attacks of smiling.
3. Feelings of being connected with others and nature.
4. Frequent overwhelming episodes of appreciation.
5. A tendency to think and act spontaneously rather than from fears based on past experience.
6. An unmistakable ability to enjoy each moment.
7. A loss of ability to worry.
8. A loss of interest in conflict.
9. A loss of interest in interpreting the actions of others.
10. A loss of interest in judging others.
11. A loss of interest in judging self.
12. Gaining the ability to love without expecting anything in return.

This story came to me from a friend and tells what it means to give of oneself to the max. It has special significance because it tells of a soldier who cared for someone he did not know. In 1949, my father had just returned home from the war. On every American highway you could see soldiers in uniform hitchhiking home to their families, as was the custom at that time in America. Sadly, the thrill of his reunion with his family was soon overshadowed. My grandmother became very ill and had to be hospitalized. It was her kidneys, and the doctors told my father that she needed a blood transfusion immediately or she would not live through the night. The problem was that Grandmother's blood type was AB-, a very rare type even today, but even harder to get then because there were no blood banks or air flights to ship blood. All the family members were typed, but not one member was a match. So the doctors gave the family no hope; my grandmother was dying. My father left the hospital in tears to gather up all the family members, so that everyone would get a chance to tell Grandmother good-bye. As my father was driving down the highway, he passed a soldier in uniform hitchhiking home to his family. Deep in grief, my father had no inclination at that moment to do a good deed. Yet it was almost as if something outside himself pulled him to a stop, and he waited as the stranger climbed into the car. My father was too upset to even ask the soldier his name, but the soldier noticed my father's tears right away and inquired about them. Through his tears, my father told this total stranger that his mother was lying in a hospital dying because the doctors had been unable to locate her blood type, AB-, and if they did not locate her blood type before nightfall, she would surely die. It got very quiet in the car. Then this unidentified soldier extended his hand out to my father, palm up. Resting in the palm of his hand were the dogtags from around his neck. The blood type on the tags was AB-. The soldier told my father to turn the car around and get him to the hospital. My grandmother lived until 1996, 47 years later, and to this day no one in our family knows the soldier's name. But my father has often wondered, was he a soldier or an angel in uniform? Sometimes, we never know who God will bring into our lives to carry out a special mission nor do we know whose lives God will have us touch.

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