Originally posted by Grace
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"The Race"
"Quit! Give up!
You're beaten!"
They shout at me, and plead"
There's just too much against you now.
This time you can't succeed."
And as I start to hang my head
In front of failure's face
My downward fall is broken by
The memory of a race.
And hope refills my weakened will
As I recall that scene
For, just the thought of that short race
Rejuvenates my being.
A children's race, young boys, young men
Now, I remember well,
Excitement, sure!
But also fear,It wasn't hard to tell.
They all lined up so full of hope
Each thought to win that race,
Or, tie for first, if not that,
At least take second place.
And fathers watched from off the side
Each cheering for his son.
And each boy hoped to show his dad,that he would be the one.
The whistle blew, and off they went
Young hearts and hopes afire
To win, to be the hero there
Was each young boy's desire.
And one boy in particular,
Whose dad was in the crowd,
Was running near the head and thought:
"My dad will be so proud!"
But as they speeded down the field
Across a shallow dip
The little boy who thought to win,
Lost his step and slipped.
Trying hard to catch himself,
His hands flew out to brace
And 'mid the laughter of the crowd
He fell flat on his face.
So, down he fell, and with him hope- he couldn't win it now -
Embarrassed, sad, he only wished
To disappear somehow.
But, as he fell, his dad stood up,
And showed his anxious face,
Which to the boy so clearly said:"Get up and win the race."
He quickly rose, no damage done,- behind a bit, that's all -
And ran with all his mind and might
To make up for his fall.
So, anxious to restore himself- to catch up and to win -
His mind went faster than his legs;
He slipped and fell again!
He wished, then, he had quit before
With only one disgrace.
"I'm hopeless as a runner now;
I shouldn't try to race.
But, in the laughing crowd he searched
And found his father's face.
That steady look that said again!
"Get up and win the race."
So, up he jumped, to try again-
ten yards behind the last -
"If I'm to gain those yards," he thought'
I've got to move real fast."
Exceeding everything he had
He gained back eight or ten,
But trying so, to catch the lead,
He slipped and fell again!
Defeat! He lay there silently-
a tear dropped from his eye -
"There is no sense in running more;
Three strikes, I'm out, why try?"
The will to rise had disappeared
All hope had fled away
So far behind; so error prone
A loser all the way.
"I've lost, so what's the use," he thought
"I'll live with my disgrace."
But, then he thought about his dad,
Who, soon, he'd have to face.
"Get up!" an echo sounded low,
"Get up, and take your place
You were not meant for failure here,
Get up, and win the race."
With borrowed will, "Get up," it said
"You haven't lost at all.
For winning is no more than this;
To rise each time you fall."
So, up he rose to run once more,
And with a new commit
He resolved that win, or lose,
At least he wouldn't quit.
So far behind the others now-
the most he'd ever been -
Still, he gave it all he had,
And ran as though to win.
Three times he'd fallen stumbling.
Three times he'd rose again.
Too far behind to hope to win
He still ran to the end.
They cheered the winning runner,
As he crossed the line first place,
Head high, and proud, and happy.
No falling, no disgrace.
But, when the fallen youngster
Crossed the line last place,
The crowd gave him the greater cheer
For finishing the race.
Even though he came in last.
With head bowed head low, unproud,
You would have thought he won the race
To listen to the crowd.
And to his dad, he sadly said,
"I didn't do so well."
"To me, you won!" his father said,
"You rose each time you fell."
And now when things seem dark and hard,
And difficult to face.
The memory of that little boy
Helps me to win my race.
For all of life is like that race
With ups and downs and all,
And all you have to do to win,
Is rise each time you fall.
__________________
Kiran
I could not help but post again this fabulous poem!! Thank you so very much Kchannar!!
"Quit! Give up!
You're beaten!"
They shout at me, and plead"
There's just too much against you now.
This time you can't succeed."
And as I start to hang my head
In front of failure's face
My downward fall is broken by
The memory of a race.
And hope refills my weakened will
As I recall that scene
For, just the thought of that short race
Rejuvenates my being.
A children's race, young boys, young men
Now, I remember well,
Excitement, sure!
But also fear,It wasn't hard to tell.
They all lined up so full of hope
Each thought to win that race,
Or, tie for first, if not that,
At least take second place.
And fathers watched from off the side
Each cheering for his son.
And each boy hoped to show his dad,that he would be the one.
The whistle blew, and off they went
Young hearts and hopes afire
To win, to be the hero there
Was each young boy's desire.
And one boy in particular,
Whose dad was in the crowd,
Was running near the head and thought:
"My dad will be so proud!"
But as they speeded down the field
Across a shallow dip
The little boy who thought to win,
Lost his step and slipped.
Trying hard to catch himself,
His hands flew out to brace
And 'mid the laughter of the crowd
He fell flat on his face.
So, down he fell, and with him hope- he couldn't win it now -
Embarrassed, sad, he only wished
To disappear somehow.
But, as he fell, his dad stood up,
And showed his anxious face,
Which to the boy so clearly said:"Get up and win the race."
He quickly rose, no damage done,- behind a bit, that's all -
And ran with all his mind and might
To make up for his fall.
So, anxious to restore himself- to catch up and to win -
His mind went faster than his legs;
He slipped and fell again!
He wished, then, he had quit before
With only one disgrace.
"I'm hopeless as a runner now;
I shouldn't try to race.
But, in the laughing crowd he searched
And found his father's face.
That steady look that said again!
"Get up and win the race."
So, up he jumped, to try again-
ten yards behind the last -
"If I'm to gain those yards," he thought'
I've got to move real fast."
Exceeding everything he had
He gained back eight or ten,
But trying so, to catch the lead,
He slipped and fell again!
Defeat! He lay there silently-
a tear dropped from his eye -
"There is no sense in running more;
Three strikes, I'm out, why try?"
The will to rise had disappeared
All hope had fled away
So far behind; so error prone
A loser all the way.
"I've lost, so what's the use," he thought
"I'll live with my disgrace."
But, then he thought about his dad,
Who, soon, he'd have to face.
"Get up!" an echo sounded low,
"Get up, and take your place
You were not meant for failure here,
Get up, and win the race."
With borrowed will, "Get up," it said
"You haven't lost at all.
For winning is no more than this;
To rise each time you fall."
So, up he rose to run once more,
And with a new commit
He resolved that win, or lose,
At least he wouldn't quit.
So far behind the others now-
the most he'd ever been -
Still, he gave it all he had,
And ran as though to win.
Three times he'd fallen stumbling.
Three times he'd rose again.
Too far behind to hope to win
He still ran to the end.
They cheered the winning runner,
As he crossed the line first place,
Head high, and proud, and happy.
No falling, no disgrace.
But, when the fallen youngster
Crossed the line last place,
The crowd gave him the greater cheer
For finishing the race.
Even though he came in last.
With head bowed head low, unproud,
You would have thought he won the race
To listen to the crowd.
And to his dad, he sadly said,
"I didn't do so well."
"To me, you won!" his father said,
"You rose each time you fell."
And now when things seem dark and hard,
And difficult to face.
The memory of that little boy
Helps me to win my race.
For all of life is like that race
With ups and downs and all,
And all you have to do to win,
Is rise each time you fall.
__________________
Kiran
I could not help but post again this fabulous poem!! Thank you so very much Kchannar!!
as befor.. i don't always get your poems maggie.. but that just tells me there is so much more...more than i can conceive... meaning i can't possibly get bored
Love and Light Adrienne
i would try so hard to not have to let go and trust...(fear) (stuck in the illusion, that this is all real) cuz it felt safer to try and attain an outcome, then to be connected... "if i fall back then it means _____... which means_____.... Then that means_____ " and I would therefor use that to identify myself as who i was... this is/was in not acknowledging myself for who i truely am.
) but know to this shall pass... i can act or be... in being is like observing it... saying hello to it... thanking it for stopping by...sending it a blessing... and if it has taken hold of me... then no matter what stay connected to the people who have been helpful... even through the times that feels insane...
or go within... and sometimes solitude is what i have needed too...
Now, I need your help with a slight adjustment. I have been on the Ho'oponopono module since the beginning of this year, and although it started wonderfully, I have been feeling progressively crankier and crankier in the past few weeks. I can't seem to switch off the rude, judgmental thoughts that I have about other people and situations, and it is wearing me out. Please help me to find the peace in my heart that I crave. Thank you very much.
Belle
Well I decided I was going to help her, but my card cycle is only two days off from hers so my food card is getting low! I have been running out each month a couple of days early. We are alotted 3.33 cents a day for each person to eat for a full day on the cards! Not much, but it usually lasts me till a few days before and I am fine on food. So now I am trying to figure out how to buy enough food for me and her family of three! I found out that Safeway had a sale on milk, so I went and got to gallons of milk, and then I went to my X's house to do his taxes for him and I am getting half of the money too! I get there and I start telling him I need his help to get some food for my friend, and he says well go look in the downstairs freezer! I am like what? He says you know that Swanson Food Truck that tipped over this last week on the highway? Yea, well they had to empty the truck out before they could right it. A Friend of ours was he one who had to empty it out, and because it got above 0 the food could not be sold, but the food never got above 32 degrees or freezing! They had brought the truck load home and gave Keith a bunch of it! 
a call to my/our TRUTH...or GOD-NESS. What an energetic kick in my illusion! ...(I sooo felt your second response before I ever read it. Something felt out of wack
with my response...and that night I thought... "BEING IT!!"...then I saw the next day your correction!) What you wrote is a gift but I know nothing unless I use it...I hope I can make ya'll (ME) proud.
Blake!
They accidetally called me for reference! We had a great laugh on the phone and I told her... That I would be glad to give myself a fantastic reference!
I jest....one hardly needs the Popes seal of approval to be a saint!!!!!! To have her as a mom must be such a blessing!!!... However being of the reclusive type I totally feel for your attempts at "trying to keep up". All youve said of her(MY) love and compassion and service has inspired me also!!! Thanks for introducing me to her!(ME!)
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