BELIEVE IN YOUR HEART

Believe in your heart that 
something wonderful is about to happen.
Love your life.

Believe in your own power,
and in your own potential,
and your own innate goodness.

Wake every morning with the awe of just being alive.

Discover each day the magnificent,
awesome beauty in the world.
Explore and embrace life 
in yourself and in everyone
you see each day.

Reach within to find your own specialness. 

Amaze yourself and rouse those around you to
the potential of each new day.

Don't be afraid to admit you're less than perfect; 
this is the essence
of our humanity.

Let those who love you help you.

Trust enough to be able to take.

Look with hope to the horizon of today 
for today is all we truly have.

Live this day well. 

Let a little sun out as well as in.
Create your own rainbows. 

Be open to all your possibilities,
all possibilities and miracles. 

Always believe in miracles.
Author Unknown --- Submitted By Chris

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The Recorder

Dedicated to Ms. Jacqueline Berry
LCC Executive Assistant
Liberty Community Connections, Inc.,
Written by Annette Hall (aka A Chrystal Moment Collection) 6/26/18

Scribes are record keepers.
They write our conversations down.
For what's written becomes part of our history.
Others can refer to when we are no longer around.

Jackie your British accent is captivating.
Your smile is entrancing and sweet.
Your urbane and quiet spoken.
Your note taking thorough and complete.

LCC haa had the honor and privilege to have you.
You've been critical to our administrative team.
You've been our backbone.
Helping make reality our dream.

Your professionalism causes others to look good.
You remind us of the things we plan and need to do.
Truth is we become a team much greater.
Because of the behind the scene things you do.

You are a diamond.
More precious than gold.
For your successor has a fine example.
How to keep and share what was told.

So we bid you a heartbroken fare thee well.
And a fond ado.
Blessed we've been by your presence.
The LORD has made us better because of you.

We've had you for a season.
Now as you venture on.
An asset for environmental protection you'll be.
To keep our earth safe and strong.

We at LCC love you Jacqueline Berry

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Power of Words

By Evgeniy
Dream, good people, dream,
About the sweetest, brightest and dearest,
And in life, never forget
To forgive, and to pay good for good.
Love to wake up early in the morning,
Appreciate everything that life has given you,
And people do not be lazy to smile,
Learn to give your warmth.
Do not be deceitful, petty, grumpy,
Do not leave the bustle of friends
Believe me, everything will come back with more force,
All that you gave to people.
Kind time of the day, my dear.

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Slow Dance

This is a poem written by a teenager with cancer.
She wants to see how many
people get her poem.
It is quite a poem, please pass it on.
This poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in a
New York Hospital.
It was sent by a medical doctor Make sure to read what is in the closing statement AFTER THE POEM.
SLOW DANCE
Have you ever watched kids on a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
Do you run through each day on the fly?
When you ask, “How are you?”
Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done, do you lie in your bed,
with the next hundred chores running through your head?
You'd better slow down
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short
The music won't last.
Ever told your child,
We'll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste,
Not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch, let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time
To call and say,'Hi'
You'd better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last..
When you run so fast to get somewhere,
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift....
Thrown away.
Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over.
FORWARDED E-MAILS ARE TRACKED TO OBTAIN THE TOTAL COUNT.
Dear All:
PLEASE pass this mail on to everyone you know -
even to those you don't know!
It is the request of a special girl, who will soon leave this world
due to cancer.
This young girl has 6 months left to live, and as her dying wish, she wanted to send a letter telling everyone to
live their life to the fullest, since she never will.
She'll never make it to prom, graduate from high school,
or get married and have a family of her own.
By you sending this to as many people as possible, you can give her and her family a
little hope, because with every name
that this is sent to, the American Cancer Society will donate 3 cents per name
to her treatment and recovery
plan. One guy sent this to 500 people! So I know that we can at least send it to 5 or 6.

It's not even your money, just your time! Pls read n forward ... !!

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Art is a Journey

A Poem by Rory Wright

Art is a Journey
Until a personal ending
Sending one to that great canvas in the sky

There is no why
Just now
Just right now.

The blank sheet or canvas calls
and asks the artist to leap
and fly or fall.

Endorphins splash as the paint applies

It is Life or Death.

Each moment paint comprises
the Passion and the Rage, the Grief
and the stages
of a Journey once embaked on,
Always sending

Mind Bending.

Soul Rending and

as long as one is painting
Never ending.

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Slow Dance

This is a poem written by a teenager with cancer.
She wants to see how many
people get her poem.

It is quite a poem, please pass it on.
This poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in a
New York Hospital.
It was sent by a medical doctor Make sure to read what is in the closing statement AFTER THE POEM.

SLOW DANCE
Have you ever watched kids on a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?

You better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.

Do you run through each day on the fly?
When you ask, “How are you?”
Do you hear the reply?

When the day is done, do you lie in your bed,
with the next hundred chores running through your head?

You'd better slow down
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short
The music won't last.

Ever told your child,
We'll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste,
Not see his sorrow?

Ever lost touch, let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time
To call and say,'Hi'

You'd better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last..

When you run so fast to get somewhere,
You miss half the fun of getting there.

When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift....
Thrown away.

Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over.

FORWARDED E-MAILS ARE TRACKED TO OBTAIN THE TOTAL COUNT.

Dear All:
PLEASE pass this mail on to everyone you know -
even to those you don't know!
It is the request of a special girl, who will soon leave this world
due to cancer.

This young girl has 6 months left to live, and as her dying wish, she wanted to send a letter telling everyone to
live their life to the fullest, since she never will.
She'll never make it to prom, graduate from high school,
or get married and have a family of her own.

By you sending this to as many people as possible, you can give her and her family a
little hope, because with every name
that this is sent to, the American Cancer Society will donate 3 cents per name
to her treatment and recovery
plan. One guy sent this to 500 people! So I know that we can at least send it to 5 or 6.

It's not even your money, just your time! Pls read n forward ... !!

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Love ascends

"Love ascended between us
like the moon between two palm-trees
that have never embraced.
The intimate murmur of our two bodies
made the cooing the sea-swell brings,
but the hoarse voice was stifled,
the lips turned to stone.
The yearning to encircle moved our flesh
illuminated our inflamed bones,
but our arms’ desire to reach out
died away in our arms.
Love and the moon passed between us
and devoured our lonely bodies.
And we are two ghosts who search
and find each other from afar."
Miguel Herandez

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