Shine On: Visions of Life
Shine On: Visions of Life
In the pages of my book,
You’ll find mystery and love,
Emotions that are bared
And tragedies shared
It’s all there.
It has taken a lifetime
To write all the words,
But what is a lifetime
If at last you are heard?
The giving and forgiving
Are the most important lines,
For when you get to the end
There’s no time to pretend.
You’ll find the characters inside
Weren’t saints all the time,
But maybe you’ll discover
Within the cover
Inspirational lines.
The book, it’s not a work of art,
But the words inside
Describe chapters of my life
That taught me how to survive.
It has taken a lifetime
To write all the words
But what is a lifetime
If at last they are heard?
And I hope within the cover
You’ll discover
Inspirational lines
That will teach you how to survive.
2 A Pot of Gold (#ulink_67e6f5b5-2bf6-5341-b9ad-6f9a756f7ab2)
How many times have we told our children, ‘At the end of the rainbow you will find a pot of gold’? This image captures the imagination and encourages us to strive for success. Many think that success is measured in material wealth, others think it is achieved by finding God, but Betty classed her pot of gold as knowledge in all things. The more knowledge we gain, the more understanding of life we have and the more we can help others.
Knowing ourselves is the first step. We all have two sides to our nature and sometimes that can be hard to face, but knowing this fact enables us to become more positive about ourselves and change if need be. A pot of gold is found only through pure hard work and determination, and for that you have to have courage.
I am a dreamer,
Who walks the corridors of light
That gives me life.
The mirrors that I see
Show other sides of me
And tell me who and what I am.
This truth is hard to take
But it brings a kind of ecstasy
In the knowledge that it brings.
We’re told we must never go
‘Where angels fear to tread’.
But in my dreams, I took that path
And found a pot of gold
That others hadn’t dared to hold.
I had a choice, to take it in my hands
And walk away, or take a simple scroll
Which held the mysteries and the vibes