Whenever I get a chance, I love to read short, inspirational stories. Lately, I have been reading from The Moral Compass by William J. Bennet, he has also authored The Book of Virtues. In The Moral Compass there are a few short poems anonymously authored, I love these poems. They mean something to me, I hope you find the same joy in them that I do. Enjoy!!
A wise old owl sat in an oak, The more he heard the less he spoke; The less he spoke the more he heard. Why aren't we all like that wise old bird?
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There are little eyes upon you and they're watching night and day. There are little ears that quickly take in every word you say. There are little hands all eager to do anything you do; And a little boy who's dreaming of the day he'll be like you. You're the little fellow's idol, you're the wisest of the wise. In his little mind about you no suspicions ever rise. He believes in you devoutly, holds all that you say and do; He will say and do, in your way, when he's grown up like you.Back to the top
If you want to get a favor done By some obliging friend, And want a promise, safe and sure, On which you may depend, Don't go to him who always has Much leisure time to plan, But if you want your favor done, Just ask the busy man. The man with leisure never has A moment he can spare, He's always "putting off" until His friends are in despair. But he whose every waking hour Is crowded full of work Forgets the art of wasting time, He cannot stop to shirk. So when you want a favor done, And want it right away, Got to the man who constantly Works twenty hours a day. He'll find a moment, sure, somewhere, That has no other use. And help you, while the idle man Is framing an excuse.Back to the top
God and the soldier All men adore In time of trouble, And no more; For when war is over And all things righted, God is neglected-- The old soldier slighted.Back to the top
I sought my soul, But my soul I could not see I sought my God, But my god eluded me. I sought my brother, And I found all three.Back to the top