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PAPER LANTERNS 3


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ALL THE WORLD NEEDS LOVE.
SOME PEOPLE RESIST IT, AND
THEY NEED IT THE MOST.

TRICKERY, AND COLD
TREACHERY, ARE THE LIFESTYLE
OF THE LAWLESS ONES.

LAUGHTER COMES IN STYLES;
NOT ALL JOYFUL OR FRIENDLY.
IT CAN BE VICIOUS.

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SOMETIMES WE RUN, LIKE
CHILDREN GLAD TO BE; SOMETIMES,
LIKE LONELY ANGELS.

POOR MEMORY IS
A PROVISION FOR SENIORS
TO GET EXERCISE.

INSET CEILING LIGHTS
ARE MAN TELLING WOMAN HE'S
INDISPENSABLE.

PAGE 3

DISAPPOINTMENT COMES
WHEN OTHERS' PLANS FOR US, ARE
NOT LIKE OUR MAKER'S.

FOLKS DON'T JUST HEAR WORDS.
THEY HEAR WITH THEIR OWN SET OF
ASSOCIATIONS.

WE MUST UNDERSTAND,
THAT WHEN WE CAN'T UNDERSTAND,
WE WON'T UNDERSTAND.

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IN THE SNOWY COLD,
THE YOUNG LIKE TO PLAY, BUT FOR
THE OLD, IT'S ACHING.

FORGIVENESS BLESSES,
BOTH THOSE WHO ARE FORGIVING,
AND THOSE FORGIVEN.

LOVE IS A POWER,
THAT HEALS WITH CALM LISTENING,
AND KIND EMPATHY.

PAGE 5

CATALYST ADDED
TO A MIXTURE CHANGES ALL,
BUT THE CATALYST.

SOMETIMES WISDOM COMES,
WRAPPED IN A FOOL'S POOR ATTIRE.
DON'T JUDGE WITHOUT THOUGHT.

THE GOOD BATTLE IS
TO RESIST ENEMY WAYS,
USING LIGHT AND TRUTH.

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THE WORD "DISCIPLE"
MEANS ONE WHO IS WILLING TO
ACCEPT DISCIPLINE.

LET LIGHT SING TO US,
HEALING THE BROKEN SPIRIT,
WITH LOVE'S OLD SWEET SONG.

ALL THINGS WON BY LOVE
ARE WORTH IT, BUT NOTHING WON
BY HATE, IS WORTH IT.

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WHAT DO YOU HAVE WHEN
YOU FEEL NAKED AND ALONE ?
LOOK FOR YOUR SEED-SELF.

BATTLE FATIGUE COMES
IN MANY FORMS, AND THEY ALL
NEED TIME TO REPAIR.

FEW THINGS IN THIS WORLD
ARE MORE VULNERABLE THAN
ARROGANCE IN BLOOM.

PAGE 8

HOW MANY WANDER,
SEARCHING FOR THE REASONS TO BE ?
IT'S A LONELY SEARCH.

WE'RE MEANT FOR LARGE LOVE;
GRATIFICATION OF SELF
WILL NOT BE ENOUGH.

THE WALKING WOUNDED
ARE AROUND US EVERY DAY.
WOUNDS DON'T ALWAYS SHOW.

PAGE 9

AN OVER-BURDENED
BURRO WILL BALK; THE ONLY
PROTEST IT CAN MAKE.

WHEN WINTER TREES ARE
TRIMMED OF THEIR LEAVES, THE LIFE RESTS
IN THE ROOT, TILL SPRING.

RIVERS AT THEIR SOURCE
ARE CLEAR, BUT BECOME MUDDIED,
BY PASSAGE AND TIME.

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HONEST EYES ARE CLEAR.
THE DISHONEST PERSON SEES
THEIR FLAWS REFLECTED.

LOVE CAN MAKE EVEN
THE MOST TARNISHED VESSEL SHINE,
WITH ITS TRUE BEAUTY.

WHATEVER THE CAUSE,
EXTREMISTS WILL POLARIZE,
MORE THAN THEY WILL HELP.

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IT'S FRUSTRATING WHEN,
YOU CAN'T GET THINGS DONE BECAUSE,
YOUR HEAD'S IN THE CLOUDS.

SOMETIMES TEENAGERS
ARE LIKE BABY BIRDS, PECKING
TO ESCAPE THEIR SHELL

GROWING PAINS ARE WHEN,
EVERYTHING IN LIFE SEEMS LIKE
IT'S A SIZE TOO SMALL.

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LAUGHTER HELPS A LOT,
WHEN WE LAUGH WITH EACH OTHER,
NOT AT EACH OTHER.

MOVING THROUGH A FOG,
IS ALWAYS AN ACT OF FAITH.
MOVE SLOWLY AND PRAY.

A FEATHER ON WIND,
GOES WHEREVER THE WIND BLOWS.
WE CAN CHOOSE OUR COURSE.

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DELICATE BLOSSOM,
ADORNS THE THORNY CACTUS,
AS SOUL ADORNS AGE.

A SONGBIRD IS SMALL,
BUT CAN BRING A WEALTH OF CHEER.
SOUL'S SONGBIRD IS HOPE.

WADING BIRD, STANDING,
CALM AND STILL IN THE WATER,
SHOWS TRUE REFLECTION.

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SAILING ON DARK SEAS,
NEEDS MORE THAN THE RAFT OF SELF;
NEEDS A SHIP AND CREW.

LIKE DRIPPING FAUCETS,
WORRY DRAINS OUR RESOURCES.
TURN IT OFF AND PRAY.

WHEN WE PRAY, WE SHOULD
NOT FORGET TO LISTEN, AND
WATCH FOR THE ANSWER.

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LIKE EMPTY PROMISE,
WHEELS WITHOUT STABLE CENTERS
CANNOT MOVE THE RIM.

WHEN SUMMER APPEARS,
THERE IS NO THOUGHT OF WINTER,
EXCEPT FOR THE WISE.

IT IS NOT THE WIND
THAT BRINGS AUTUMN'S LAST LEAF DOWN.
IT IS WEIGHT OF SNOW.

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EYES OF THE CHILDREN,
ARE WINDOWS TO THE FUTURE.
LET US KEEP THEM CLEAR.

QUIETNESS AND CALM,
IS WHERE WE FIND OUR TRUE SELF.
LEARN HOW TO GO THERE.

ALL OF US ARE A
WORK-IN-PROGRESS; IT HELPS WHEN,
WE COOPERATE.

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A BEE MAY NOT KNOW
THE EXTENT OF ITS PURPOSE,
BUT IT STILL SERVES IT.

MIST ON THE MOUNTAIN
DOES NOT COOL THE DESERT SAND.
DESERT BREEZES DO.

PLUM TREE IN WINTER,
DOES NOT SHOW ITS FULL BEAUTY.
SPRING WILL REMEMBER.

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ONE DAY OF PEACE, HEALS.
ONE MOMENT OF TRUTH RESTORES.
EACH STEP MOVES US ON.

LILIES LIFT THEIR HEADS,
ON THE WATERS OF A POND,
LIKE PRAYERS OF THE SOUL.

LILACS BLOOM SOFTLY,
SCENTING THE BREEZE WITH FRESHNESS,
LIFTING TO THE SOUL.

PAGE 19

THE OWL WILL ASK "WHO?"
THE OLD BURRO WILL HEE-HAW.
THE SAGE WILL JUST SMILE.

FENCE-SITTING IS NOT
THE PLACE TO BE IN A STORM;
DECISION'S A MUST.

WE CAN'T BE TIMID
ABOUT TRUTH WE KNOW. IT WILL
PROVE ITSELF IN TIME.

PAGE 20

CHOICES ARE HOW WE
SHAPE OUR LIFESTYLE EVERY DAY;
ONE DAY AT A TIME.

A BOO-BOO BAND-AID:
SOMETHING USEFUL IS ALWAYS
LEARNED FROM OUR FALL-DOWNS.

GRACE SHINES LIKE THE DAWN
OF A NEW DAY OF PROMISE,
IN OUR HEART AND SOUL.

via/bjc 2005

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