"Take therefore no thought for the morrow:
for the morrow shall take thought
for the things of itself." Matthew 6:34

Look to this day!
For it is life, the very life of life.
In its brief course
Lie all the verities and realities of your existence:
The bliss of growth
The glory of action
The splendor of achievement,
For yesterday is but a dream
And tomorrow is only a vision,
But today well lived makes every
yesterday a dream of happiness
And tomorrow a vision of hope.
Look well, therefore, to this day!
Such is the salutation to the dawn.



Lord, for tomorrow and its needs I do not pray;
Keep me, my God, from stain of sin just for today.
Help me to labor earnestly and duly pray;
Let me be kind in word and deed, Father, today.

Let me no wrong or idle word unthinking say;
Set Thou a seal upon my lips through all today.
Let me in season, Lord, be grave, in season gay;
Let me be faithful to Thy grace, dear Lord, today.

And if, today, this life of mine should ebb away,
Give me Thy sacrament divine, Father, today.
So for tomorrow and its needs I do not pray;
Still keep me, guide me, love me, Lord, through each day.

Words by: Mary Xavier

The following poem is one that my mother,
Lorene Crittenden Thomas (11-21-1913 - 11-24-1993)
saved and included in her "Grandparent's Book."

Each New Day

Life is a journey and not a home;
a road, not a city of habitation.
  And the enjoyments and blessings we have along the way
 are but little inns on the roadside,
 where we may be refreshed for a moment,
 that we may with new strength press on to the goal.

      You will meet today ten men or women; 
perhaps twenty, or perhaps a hundred. 
 Every one of them will have his or her day
 brightened or darkened by the tone and manner
 of your greeting.

   You can put a little more spring into the step
 and a little more joy into the heart
 of every one of them by a cheerful salutation.

      Every worthwhile accomplishment, big or little,
 has its stages of drudgery and triumph;
 a beginning, a struggle, and a victory.

      A few wise friends with whom to counsel,
 a few good books to read and absorb,
 and with courage and faith we are well equipped 
for the facing of life's difficulties and disappointments,
 as well as its pleasures and successes.

      Lives are made of chapters.
  After one is written it cannot be revised,
 but we can write a new chapter with Each New Day.

Phillips Brooks

More about my mother.

The following is a poem I ran
 across in the early '60's. 
 I had it taped to the pull-out shelf
 on my desk at work.  
 A few years ago it was the topic 
 of several "Ann Landers'" columns.  
 There were many letters attributing the 
 authorship to different people.
 I don't recall if Dr. Van Loan
 was included in the list.
 The copy I had gave him credit for it.  
 It could be that Dr. Van Loan 
 simply presented this to the 
 audience at the council meeting, and 
 may not be the original author. 

UPDATE: Just recently learned that it was written by Sybyl F. Partridge in 1916
and printed in "How To Stop Worrying, And Start Living" by Dale Carnegie, 1951

UPDATED AGAIN: I think I finally have the correct author for
"Just for Today." I bought a book, "The Treasure Chest,"
at an estate sale. It was edited by Charles L. Wallis, copyright, 1965.
In it, acknowledgement is made to "This Week"
for "Just for Today" by Kenneth L. Holmes, copyright 1953,
by the United Newspapers Magazine Corporation.
A few words had to be changed also.



By Kenneth L. Holmes

JUST FOR TODAY...I will try to live through this day only, and not tackle my whole life problem at once. I can do something for twelve hours that would appall me if I felt that I had to keep it up for a lifetime.

JUST FOR TODAY...I will be happy. This assumes to be true what Abraham Lincoln said that, "most folks are as happy as they make up their minds to be".

JUST FOR TODAY...I will try to strengthen my mind. I will study. I will learn something useful, I will not be a mental loafer. I will read something that requires effort, thought, and concentration.

JUST FOR TODAY...I will adjust myself to what is and not try to adjust everything to my own desires. I will take my luck as it comes and fit myself to it.

JUST FOR TODAY...I will exercise my soul in three ways; I will do somebody a good turn and not get found out; I will do at least two things I don't want to do--just for exercise. I will not show anyone that my feelings are hurt; they may be hurt, but today I will not show it.

JUST FOR TODAY...I will be agreeable. I will look as well as I can, dress becomingly, talk low, act courteously, criticize not one bit, NOT FIND FAULT WITH ANYTHING, and NOT TRY TO IMPROVE OR REGULATE ANYBODY EXCEPT MYSELF.

JUST FOR TODAY...I will have a program. I may not follow it exactly, but I will have it. I will save myself from two pests: HURRY and INDECISION.

JUST FOR TODAY...I will have a quiet half-hour all by myself and relax. During this half-hour, sometime, I will try to get a better perspective of my life.

JUST FOR TODAY...I will be unafraid. Especially I will not be afraid to enjoy what is beautiful, and to believe that as I give to the WORLD, SO THE WORLD WILL GIVE TO ME.



Words: John Henry Newman

Lead, kindly Light, amid th'encircling gloom,
lead Thou me on!
The night is dark, and I am far from home;
lead Thou me on!
Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see
The distant scene; one step enough for me.

I was not ever thus, nor prayed that
Thou shouldst lead me on;
I loved to choose and see my path;
but now lead Thou me on!
I loved the garish day,
and, spite of fears, Pride ruled my will.
Remember not past years!

So long Thy power hath blessed me,
sure it will, will lead me on.
O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent,
till the night is gone,
And with the morn those angel faces smile,
which I Have loved long since,
and lost awhile!

Meantime, along the narrow rugged path
Thyself hast trod,
Lead, Savior, lead me home
in child-like faith, home to my God.
To rest forever after earthly strife
In the calm light of everlasting life.

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