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I am sharing this poem in honor of Father's Day coming up but the wisdom of it is appropriate for anytime of the year. It also seems to be from a father to a son but I also believe the advice is good for us daughters too. I found it at www.Poetryfoundation.org. I hope you like it. Let me know what you think of it in comments. ) 

 

 If- 

By Rudyard Kipling 1865-1936 

 

If you can keep your head when all about you    

    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,    

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,  

    But make allowance for their doubting too;    

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,  

    Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,  

Or being hated, don't give way to hating,  

    And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:  

 
 

If you can dream-and not make dreams your master;    

    If you can think-and not make thoughts your aim;    

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster  

    And treat those two impostors just the same;    

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken  

    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,  

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,  

    And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:  

 
 

If you can make one heap of all your winnings  

    And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,  

And lose, and start again at your beginnings  

    And never breathe a word about your loss;  

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew  

    To serve your turn long after they are gone,    

And so hold on when there is nothing in you  

    Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'  

 
 

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,    

    Or walk with Kings-nor lose the common touch,  

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,  

    If all men count with you, but none too much;  

If you can fill the unforgiving minute  

    With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,    

Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,    

    And-which is more-you'll be a Man, my son! 

 

Source: A Choice of Kipling's Verse (1943)  

 

 

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Poetry

 

  

You are who you are for a reason. 

You're part of an intricate plan. 

You're a precious and perfect unique design, 

Called God's special woman or man. 

 

You look like you look for a reason. 

Our God made no mistake. 

He knit you together within the womb, 

You're just what he wanted to make. 

 

The parents you had were the ones he chose, 

And no matter how you may feel, 

They were custom-designed with God's plan in mind, 

And they bear the Master's seal. 

 

No, that trauma you faced was not easy. 

And God wept that it hurt you so; 

But it was allowed to shape your heart. 

So that into his likeness you'd grow. 

 

You are who you are for a reason, 

You've been formed by the Master's rod. 

You are who you are, beloved, 

Because there is a God! 

  

(By Russell Kelfer, Adapted from The Purpose Driven Life by Rick Warren)

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