MSN Home  |  My MSN  |  Hotmail
Sign in to Windows Live ID Web Search:   
go to MSNGroups 
Free Forum Hosting
 
Important Announcement Important Announcement
The MSN Groups service will close in February 2009. You can move your group to Multiply, MSN’s partner for online groups. Learn More
Smiling Fibros[email protected] 
  
What's New
  
  Welcome to the Smiling Fibros Family  
  <  
  Site Disclaimer  
  <  
  Our Mission Statement  
  <  
  Fibro letters  
  Fibro Awareness  
  <  
  Messages  
  General  
  On-Going Posts  
  Chat Schedule CHECK IT OUT  
  CHAT !!!  
  Questions?  
  SFFS Scarf!  
  Member's Mailbox  
  Member Spotlight  
  SF Important Dates :)  
    
  IM id's :)  
  Smiling Memories  
  <>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>  
  Hotlines & More  
  Smiling's How To  
  <>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>  
  The Bolds :)  
  The "Bolds", who and what :)  
  <>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>  
  Check out our Web Site  
  Links  
  If you need to reach someone  
  <>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>  
  Medical Disclaimer  
  Medical ??'s  
  Medical Info  
  Important Dates!!!!  
  Where are we all from :)  
  Tell us a little about you :)  
  Our Family Tree :)  
  <>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>  
  Good News Minute  
  PSP help & tips  
  Writing Room  
  Recipes  
  Smiling Recipes  
  SpiritualSmiling  
  Book &Movie Club  
  Books we like :)  
  Tribute Page  
  Games  
  Crafts  
  Jokes &Fun Stuff  
  <>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>  
  Pictures  
  !!!Members Kennel Pictures!!!  
  Snaggable pics for all  
  <>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>  
  I QUIT ;) :)  
    
  
  
  Tools  
 
SpiritualSmiling : The Dream of The Crosses
Choose another message board
 
     
Reply
 Message 1 of 1 in Discussion 
From: MSN Nicknamervbeau1  (Original Message)Sent: 3/30/2007 9:21 PM
 

 

I had a dream the other night,

I was entering a room,

I stood upon its threshold,

It was quiet as a tomb.



It was large and filled with crosses,

Like the one, on which Christ died,

Some stood alone, erect and tall,

Others stacked or tilted on a side.



They seemed to be in different sizes,

Shorter, taller, broader, too,

Each was decorated,

A few with different hues.



Some crosses, wreathed in garlands,

Others, hand carved in solid Teak,

Some, cast in almost pure gold,

Each cross - a cross unique.



I looked around, as I stood in awe,

And inhaled a strange perfume,

I saw a sea of crosses,

In this most amazing room.



I had brought my own cross with me,

It was small and unadorned,

Its plainness was wearisome and dull,

It was old and toil-worn.



So I laid it down upon the floor,

Other crosses made me curious,

I spotted one with bold design,

Intriguing and mysterious.



With its promise of adventure,

It was enticing and inviting,

I carried it a mere two steps,

But found it too exciting.



I had to put it back in place,

I became entangled and confused,

Too much for me to handle,

Not right for me to use.



Then I saw a cross with jewels,

Almost too dazzling to see,

Diamonds, rubies, emeralds,

Oh, that's the cross for me.



It smelled of means and money,

And represented countless wealth,

I'd feel so fine, if it were mine,

I picked it up and held it to myself.



But I staggered underneath its load,

It near crushed me with its weight,

No, this cross I could not carry,

It was a burden far too great.



Next, in my dream, I saw a cross,

Of such beauty I'd not known,

I'd never seen so many roses,

So red - so lush - full-blown.



Glorious - awesome - it stole my breath,

I rushed to grab it with both hands,

But, in horror, I jumped back,

I bled. I did not understand.



I did not know beneath those blossoms,

Lurked sharp and piercing thorns,

How could I manage such a cross,

So deceptively adorned?



I wiped the blood from my poor hands,

Tears were misting in my eyes,

Then I spied my cross still on the floor,

Where I had dropped it from my side.



So small - so unpretentious,

So plain, and dull, and worn,

It was just my size - a perfect fit,

It was comfortable and warm.



I gently picked it up,

And pressed it to my breast,

This cross was mine; I knew it well,

And I could bear this cross the best.



I awakened then; my dream was done,

My day was ready for its start,

The morning sun crept through my window,

Peace and acceptance filled my heart.



 



 



First  Previous  No Replies  Next  Last