Living in Southern California some times I miss that Missouri country life style. The summer evenings with cool breeze from the south. Sitting on the porch with the day's activities done. Time to just reflect on the passing day. In our fast life style, here in southern California, quiet time is hard to find.
In light of the above, I was reminded of a poem written by a lady named Adelaide Proctor. I don't know her or when she lived. I read the poem, and it spoke powerfully to me. It could require some serious thought. It challenged my thinking and I thought it possibly might do the same for others.
It isn't the thing you do, dear; It's the thing you leave undone,
Which gives you the bitter heartache at the setting of the sun;
The tender word unspoken, the letter you did not write,
The flower you might have sent, dear, Are your haunting ghosts at night.
The stone you might have lifted out of your brother's way,
The bit of heart some counsel you were hurried too much to say;
The loving touch of the hand, dear, the gentle and winsome tone,
That you had no time or thought for, with troubles enough of your own.
These little acts of kindness, so easily out of mind, These chances to be angels,
Which even mortals find – They come in night and silence,
Each chill reproachable writhe, When hope is faint and flagging, And blight has dropped on faith.
For life is all too short, dear, and sorrow is all too great,
To suffer our slow compassion that tarries until too late.
And it's not the thing you do, dear; it's the thing you leave undone,
Which gives you the bitter heartache, at the setting of the sun.
Something to think about for sure. It doesn't take much time to brighten someone's dreary day.
Maybe just a smile...try it. Lift someone else's spirit!