Thursday, November 6, 2014
Tiny, wilted, white flowers,
Still blooming by the side of the trail...
Spotted by two little hikers...
Who ducked right under the rail.
Quickly and eagerly they picked them...
Happy as they could be.
Then raced back to the winding trail,
And directly returned to me.
No gift could ever have been better!
No intent could have been more real.
Then these tiny, white, wilted flowers,
Given with purpose, love, and zeal.
"You may give gifts without caring-but you can't care without giving."
~ Frank A. Clark
"A pig was complaining to a cow that he was not appreciated. "I don't understand it,"
he said, "people are always talking about how generous you are, giving them cream
and milk and butter for their daily use. That's nice, of course, but I give more than
you do---ham and bacon and bristles and feet. Yet nobody has any use for me. They
make fun of me and call me a pig. I don't like it."
"Perhaps the difference, " the cow replied after a moment's hesitation, "is that I give
while I'm still living." ~unknown
"He who gives, teaches me to give." ~Danish proverb
(picture from Pinterest)