I Must Go Shopping

One of these days, I must go shopping.I am completely out of generosity and I must get some more.I also want to exchange the self-satisfaction I picked up the other day for some real humility, which they say wears better.I must look at some tolerance, and the samples of kindness, one can never have too much of that. I’ll try to match the patience I saw on a friend the other day, it looked quite becoming on her; I think it will look equally good on me.While shopping, I’ll try on that suit of charity on display.I must remember to get my sense of humor mended and keep my eyes open for some inexpensive goodness.It is surprising how quickly one’s stock is depleted.Yes, I must go shopping.

Out of This Life

Out of this life I shall never take
Things of silver and gold that I make.
All that I cherish and hoard away
After I leave, on earth must stay.
Though I have toiled for a painting rare
To hang on my wall, I must leave it there.
Though I call it mine and boast its worth
I must give it all up when I quit this earth.
And I wonder often, just what shall I own
In that other life, when I pass alone.
What shall He find and what shall He see
In the soul that answers the call for me?
Shall the Great Judge lean, when my task is through
That my soul had gathered some riches, too?
Or shall at the last, it be mine to find
That all I had worked for, I had left behind.

Around The Corner

Around the corner I have a friend
In this great city that has no end,
Yet the days go by and weeks rush on,
And before I know it, a year is gone.
And I never see my old friends face,
For life is a swift and terrible race,
He knows I like him just as well,
As in the days when I rang his bell,
And he rang mine.
We were younger then,
And now we are busy, tired men.
Tired of playing a foolish game,
“Just to show that I’m thinking of him.”
But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,
And distance between us grows and grows.
Around the corner!-yet miles away.
Here’s a telegram sir – “Jim died today.”
And that’s what we get and deserve in the end.
Around the corner, a vanished friend.

~Lucille Laduc