" Dancer's Story " |
Each dancer tells a storyOf the victories in his lifeBattles he has foughtLessons learned
He tells of the life of his AncestorsThe story of his peopleAnd their struggles
The story of the Wisdom...
Posted by ÇhÆRÕKÈÈ on Mon, 27 Nov 2006 09:18:00 PST |
" Indian Love Poem " |
How, then,can I tell you of my love?Strong as the eagle,soft as the dove,Patient as the pine treethat stands in the sunand whispers to the wind...'You are the one!'Your heart is my heart, your ...
Posted by ÇhÆRÕKÈÈ on Mon, 09 Oct 2006 02:24:00 PST |
" Jesus Loves You " |
On Sunday afternoon, after the morning service at their church, the Pastor and his 10-year-old son would go out into the town, shake hands and share Gods love with their friends and neighbors.
On thi...
Posted by ÇhÆRÕKÈÈ on Tue, 29 Aug 2006 01:29:00 PST |
" The Gift Of Friend's " |
There are days whenbubbling from us comesthe innocent child within,who giggles at the little thingsand wears a silly grin.
There are days whenmelancholy comes tovisit for a while;the mind feels tired...
Posted by ÇhÆRÕKÈÈ on Sun, 27 Aug 2006 11:16:00 PST |
" Walk Softly " |
Walk softly on hearts or you'll break them in two. Guard the words that you speak so regrets don't follow you. Be kind to each soul that you meet everyday, and share God's sweet love with each one in ...
Posted by ÇhÆRÕKÈÈ on Sat, 29 Jul 2006 11:07:00 PST |
" What do you listen for " |
What do you listen for?
A Native American and his friend were in downtown New York City, walking near Times Square in Manhattan. It was during the noon lunch hour and the streets were filled wi...
Posted by ÇhÆRÕKÈÈ on Sat, 22 Jul 2006 08:53:00 PST |
" The Concert " |
The ConcertWhen the house lights dimmed and the concertwas about to begin, the mother returned toher seat and discovered that the child was missingSuddenly, the curtains parted and spotlightsfocused o...
Posted by ÇhÆRÕKÈÈ on Wed, 12 Jul 2006 12:11:00 PST |
" Room 712 " |
Room 712The hospital was unusually quiet that bleak January evening, quiet andstill like the air before a storm. I stood in the nurses' station on theseventh floor and glanced at the clock.
It was 9 P...
Posted by ÇhÆRÕKÈÈ on Fri, 30 Jun 2006 03:06:00 PST |
