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The dusty old shoes

 
 
I showered and shaved………….. I adjusted my tie.
 
I got there and sat………….. In a pew just in time.
 
Bowing my head in prayer…….. As I closed my eyes.
 
I saw the shoe of the man next to me….. Touching my own. I sighed.
 
With plenty of room on either side….. I thought,
 
Why must our soles touch?
 
It bothered me, his shoe touching mine… But it didn’t bother him much.
 
A prayer began: “Our Father”……….. I thought, This man with the shoes… Has no pride.
 
They’re dusty, worn, and scratched. Even worse, there are holes on the side!
 
“Thank You for blessings” , the prayer went on.
 
The shoe man said…………… A quiet “Amen.”
 
I tried to focus on the prayer……. But my thoughts were on his shoes again
 
Aren’t we supposed to look our best……. When walking through that door?
 
Well, this certainly isn’t it.  I thought, glancing toward the floor.
 
Then the prayer was ended………… And the songs of praise began.
 
The shoe man was certainly loud…… Sounding proud as he sang.
 
His voice lifted to the rafters……… His hands were raised high.
 
The Lord could surely hear………. The shoe man’s voice from the sky.
 
It was time for the offering……… And what I threw in was steep.
 
I watched as the shoe man reached…. Into his pockets so deep.
 
I saw what was pulled out………… What the shoe man put in.
 
Then I heard a soft ‘clink’ …… As when silver hits tin.
 
The sermon really bored me……… To tears, and that’s no lie.
 
It was the same for the shoe man….. For tears fell from his eyes.
 
At the end of the service…….. As is the custom here,
 
We must greet new visitors…….. And show them all good cheer.
 
But I felt moved somehow………… And wanted to meet the shoe man.
 
So after the closing prayer………. I reached over and shook his hand.
 
He was old and his skin was dark….. And his hair was truly a mess,
 
But I thanked him for coming…….. For being our guest.
 
He said, ” My name’s Charlie……… I’m glad to meet you, my friend.”
 
There were tears in his eyes……… But he had a large, wide grin.
 
“Let me explain”, he said……….. Wiping tears from his eyes,
 
“I’ve been coming here for months…. And you’re the first to say ‘Hi’.
 
I know that my appearance……… Is not like all the rest
 
But I really do try…………….. To always look my best.
 
I always clean and polish my shoes……Before my very long walk.
 
But by the time I get here……… They’re dirty and dusty, like chalk.”
 
My heart filled with pain………… And I swallowed to hide my tears
 
As he continued to apologize……… For daring to sit so near.
 
He said, “When I get here……….. I know I must look a sight.
 
But I thought if I could touch you……. Tben maybe our souls might unite.”
 
 I was silent for a moment………… Knowing whatever was said,
 
Would pale in comparison…… I spoke from my heart, not my head.
 
”Oh, you’ve touched me,”  I said……”And taught me, in part;
 
That the best of any man………… Is what is found in his heart.”
 
The rest, I thought,…………….. This shoe man will never know.
 
Like just how thankful I really am……… That his dirty old shoe touched my soul .
 
 
 
You are special to me and you have made a difference in my life.
 
I respect you, and truly cherish you.
 
 Send this to your friends, No matter how often you talk, Or how close you are,
 
And send it to the person who sent it to you.
 
Let old friends know you haven’t forgotten them, and tell new friends you never will.
 
Remember, everyone needs a friend.
 
Someday you might feel like you have no friends at all.
 
Just remember this e-mail and take comfort in knowing that someone out there cares about you….. And always will.


 

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જુલાઇ 24, 2008 at 4:46 પી એમ(pm) Leave a comment

From Unknown Author

 
“If I had my child to raise all over again,
I’d build self esteem first and the house later.
I’d finger paint more and point the finger less.
I would do less correcting and more connecting.
I’d take my eyes off my watch and watch with my eyes.
I would care to know less and know to care more.
I’d take more hikes and fly more kites.
I’d stop playing seriously and seriously play.
I would run through more fields and gaze at more stars.
I’d do more hugging and less nagging.
I’d see the oak tree in the acorn more often.
I would be firm less often and affirm much more.
I’d model less about the love of power…
And more about the power of love.” 

જુલાઇ 19, 2008 at 5:24 પી એમ(pm) Leave a comment

“લખચોરાસી”

  લખચોરાસી

જાનું હે પ્રભુ મનમે મોરે, તું અચલ અવિનાષી

યે મેરા મન સદા રહા હૈ, તવ દરશ અભિલાષી

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જડ ચેતનમે તુંહી બસા હૈ, તુંહી હૈ અંતરયામી

બાર બાર જનમ મોહે દીનો,અજહુ ન પાયો અવિનાષી

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યે મેરા મન કભી હસત હૈ,રોવત જભી ઉદાસી

મેરે મનકા પ્રભુ તુંહી પિતા હૈ,તું કૈસે રખે ઉસે પ્યાસી

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કૃપા કરો હે દયાલુ ભગવન,રખો ના અબ મોહે પ્યાસી

અબકી બાર પ્રભુ દરશ દીખાઓ,રોકો એ લખ ચોરાસી

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