When My Mind Is Still...: A Fly on the Wall

Sunday, April 5, 2009

A Fly on the Wall

What happens when family gets together and watches Conference. Good thing we can read about it later-- don't you think?

3 comments:

Marlo said...: Looks like everyone was having a great time together!! Great memories... love it!; April 6, 2009 at 9:20 AM
Anonymous said...: Nice, that slide made me D I Z Z Y!
LOL, talk about vertigo. Hope you are having tons of fun! xoxo; April 6, 2009 at 9:49 PM
John or Brenda Swapp said...: So did everyone go to your house for conference? looks like everyone had lots of fun.; April 7, 2009 at 2:33 PM

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When My Mind is Still

When my mind is still and alone with the beating of my heart,
I remember things too easily forgotten:
The purity of early love,
The maturity of unselfish love that asks --
desires -- nothing but another's good,
The idealism that has persisted through all the tempest of life.

When my mind is still and alone with the beating of my heart,
I can find a quiet assurance, an inner peace, in the core of my being.
It can face the doubt, the loneliness, the anxiety,
Can accept these harsh realities and can even grow
Because of these challenges to my essential being.

When my mind is still and alone with the beating of my heart,
I can sense my basic humanity,
And then I know that all men and women are my brothers and sisters.
Nothing but my own fear and distrust can separate me from the love of friends.
If I can trust others, accept them, enjoy them,
Then my life shall surely be richer and more full.
If I can accept others, this will help them to be more truly themselves,
And they will be more able to accept me.

When my mind is still and alone with the beating of my heart,
I know how much life has given me:
The history of the race, friends and family,
The opportunity to work, the chance to build myself.
Then wells within me the urge to live more abundantly,
With greater trust and joy,
With more profound seriousness and earnest service,
And yet more calmly at the heart of life.

-Paul Beattie