May today there be peace within.
May you trust your Highest Power.
That you are exactly where you are meant to be.
May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith.
May you use those gifts that you have received
and pass on the love that has been given to you.
May you be content knowing you are a child of God
let this presence settle into your bones,
and allow your soul the freedom to sing, dance and to bask in the sun.
It is there for each and every one of you.
Somewhere, somehow, it should be possible to touch someone and never let go again.
To hold someone, not for a moment but forever.
There was a grandfather, his little grandson often came in the
evenings to sit at his knee and ask the many questions that children ask.
One day the grandson came to his grandfather with a look of
anger on his face.
Grandfather said, "Come, sit, tell me what has happened
today."
The child sat and leaned his chin on his Grandfather’s
knee. Looking up into the wrinkled, nut brown face and the kind dark eyes; the
childs’ anger turned to quite tears.
The boy said: "I went to the town today with my father, to
trade the furs he has collected over the past several months. I was happy to go, because
father said that since I had helped him with the trapping, I could get something for me.
Something that I wanted. I was so excited to be in the trading post, I have not been there
before. I looked at many things and finally found a metal knife! It was small, but good
size for me, so father got it for me."
Here the boy laid his head against his grandfather’s knee
and became silent. The Grandfather, softly placed his hand on the boys raven hair and
said, "and then what happened?" Without lifting his head, the boy said, "I
went outside to wait for father, and to admire my new knife in the sunlight. Some town
boys came by and say me, they got all around me and starting saying bad things. They
called me dirty and stupid and said that I soul not have such a fine knife. The largest of
these boys, pushed me back and I fell over one of the other boys. I dropped my knife and
one of them snatched it up and they all ran away, laughing."
Here the boys’ anger returned, "I hate them, I hate
them all!"
The Grandfather, with eyes that have seen too much, lifted his
grandson’s face so his eyes looked into the boys. Grandfather said: "Let me tell
you a story. I too, at times, have felt a great hate for those that have taken so much,
with no sorrow for what they do. But hate wears you down, and does not hurt your enemy. It
is like taking poison and wishing your enemy would die. I have struggled with these
feelings many times. It is as if there are two wolves inside me, one is white and one is
black. The white wolf is good and does no harm. He lives in harmony with all around him
and does not take offense when no offense was intended. But will only fight when it is
right to dos so, and in the right way.
But, the Black Wolf, is full of anger. The littlest thing will
set him into a fit of temper. He fights everyone, all the time, for no reason. He cannot
think because his anger and hate are so great. It is helpless anger, for his anger will
change nothing. Sometimes it is hard to live with these two wolves inside me, for both of
them try to dominate my spirit."
The boy, looked intently into his Grandfather’s eyes, and
asked, "Which one wins, Grandfather?"
The Grandfather, smiled and said, "The one I feed."
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