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THE FOUR HEAVENLY FOUNTAINSLaugh, I tell youAnd you will turn backThe hands of time.Smile, I tell youAnd you will reflectThe face of the divine.Sing, I tell youAnd all the angels will sing with you!Cry, I tell youAnd the reflections found in your pool of tears -Will remind you of the lessons of today and yesterdayTo guide you through the fears of tomorrow.

To be inspired is great, but to inspire is an honor.

Teach your children that a person is more valuable than any treasure found on this earth, teach them to love, teach them to sing, and dance, teach them to be courageous, and tell them they will be victorious on anything they put their heart and mind to, teach them honesty, and to never give up hope.

If God wanted the woods to be quiet, He would not have given birds songs to sing.

I will not stop singingthe Muses who set me dancing.

When we sing with love, everything around us listens with joy.

As much as what I can think of life, it is more of a poetic journey with emotions & experience packed up in the form of livelihood. When it starts, it brings confirmation of a new soul entering into the world. But when it ends, it takes away not just soul, but happiness of those related to that life. It__ in the middle of this journey that the best poems get their sequence of words.

Many use the word __ingdom_ flippantly. Even though we sing about it in our praise songs, we talk about it in our sermons, yet we seem to still not understand its reality in our daily lives

Tell me where the swans go in the winterI need to know if the mute ones can sing.Tell me why stars fall from the skyI need to know if it is luck they bring.Tell me why feathers land near youI need to know if you've injured your wing.Now, tell me where you end, my angelFor I no longer know where I begin.

Let your heart sing from those wounded places.When you sing your song with everything you've got,it will not only heal you, but it will heal all of us through you.

The intruders spoke no words as they rushed in. Five boys carrying baseball bats and tire irons. They wore an assortment of Halloween masks and stocking masks.But Derek knew who they were.__o! No!_ he cried.All five boys wore bulky shooter__ earmuffs. They couldn__ hear him. But more importantly, they couldn__ hear Jill.One of the boys stayed in the doorway. He was in charge. A runty kid named Hank. The stocking pulled down over his face smashed his features into Play-Doh, but it could only be Hank.One of the boys, fat but fast-moving and wearing an Easter Bunny mask, stepped to Derek and hit him in the stomach with his aluminum baseball bat.Derek dropped to his knees.Another boy grabbed Jill. He put his hand over her mouth. Someone produced a roll of duct tape.Jill screamed. Derek tried to stand, but the blow to his stomach had winded him. He tried to stand up, but the fat boy pushed him back down.__on__ be stupid, Derek. We__e not after you.__he duct tape went around and around Jill__ mouth. They worked by flashlight. Derek could see Jill__ eyes, wild with terror. Pleading silently with her big brother to save her.When her mouth was sealed, the thugs pulled off their shooter__ earmuffs.Hank stepped forward. __erek, Derek, Derek,_ Hank said, shaking his head slowly, regretfully. __ou know better than this.___eave her alone,_ Derek managed to gasp, clutching his stomach, fighting the urge to vomit.__he__ a freak,_ Hank said.__he__ my little sister. This is our home.___he__ a freak,_ Hank said. __nd this house is east of First Avenue. This is a no-freak zone.___an, come on,_ Derek pleaded. __he__ not hurting anyone.___t__ not about that,_ a boy named Turk said. He had a weak leg, a limp that made it impossible not to recognize him. __reaks with freaks, normals with normals. That__ the way it has to be.___ll she does is___ank__ slap stung. __hut up. Traitor. A normal who stands up for a freak gets treated like a freak. Is that what you want?___esides,_ the fat boy said with a giggle, __e__e taking it easy on her. We were going to fix her so she could never sing again. Or talk. If you know what I mean.__e pulled a knife from a sheath in the small of his back. __o you, Derek? Do you understand?__erek__ resistance died.__he Leader showed mercy,_ Turk said. __ut the Leader isn__ weak. So this freak either goes west, over the border right now. Or_ He let the threat hang there.Jill__ tears flowed freely. She could barely breathe because her nose was running. Derek could see that by the way she sucked tape into her mouth, trying for air. She would suffocate if they didn__ let her go soon.__et me at least get her doll.

Don't die with the music on your tongue unsung!Don't die with the apps in your mind undesigned!Don't die with the books in your head unpublished!Don't die with the sermons in your heart unpreached!Live well and die well!

GRACE is a word we can keep in our minds when we walk, dance, swim, talk, sing, do anything at all - to enable us to get in 'the zone' where everything flows more easily - where everything feels lighter, and we are in a peak state. Grace allows us to follow our inner guidance - be true to who we are - and give our gifts lightly to the world. It's one of those magic words!

Am I making something worth while?I__ not sure.I write and I sing and I hear words from time to time about my life and choices making ways, into other lives, other hearts,but am I making something worth while?I__ not sure.There was a boy last night who I never spoke to because I was too drunk and still shy, but mostly lonely, and I couldn__ find anything lightly to say,so I simply walked awaybut still wondered what he did with his lifebecause he didn__ even speak to meor look at mebut still made me wonder who he wasand I walked away askingAm I making something worth while?I am not sure.I am a complicated person with a simple lifeand I am the reason for everything that ever happened to me.

Singing from your heart is like fresh air that heal you again from the pollution around you

Here I am at these crossroads again,wondering what will never become of me.Now and then, I'll take one on the chin.Because I wear my heart upon my sleeve.

The harbour of influence is richer in the cemeteries where people are buried with their music on their tongues unsung. Don't leave your potentials untouched!

Praise the Creator while you have grace to sing.