We Are Their Heroes

Copyright Jim Willis 2001

If you worry that you have not made a difference,
you have,

for only those who do not worry about it
have not.

If you feel overwhelmed,
if the
weight of problems is too heavy to bear,
remember it is a shared
and the strength of
numbers can accomplish much.

If you think society and government are blind,
it only serves to remind
that we need to change one mind at a time,
one law after another.

We effect change by cooperation, not by isolation.

If you consider that we cannot save them all,
and what difference
does one make?,
you ought to know
the joy of the one who is saved.

Mourn those we cannot save,
it is a
eulogy to their being.
Do not let
their loss be in vain.

Be kind to yourself,
your needs
and those of your family
and friends of every species.

If you give everything,
what will you
have left for yourself,
or for them?

Strive to be happy and healthy.
You are needed.

Achieving balance in life is a lifelong struggle.

We who help those
who do not
have all that they need
be among the most grateful for what we have.

Be proud of your accomplishments, not your opinions.

The quality of your efforts is more important than the quantity.

Forgive your own deficiencies -
sometimes your caring is
Everyone can do
it is up to you to
do the thing you can.

A kind word and a gentle touch can change a life.

If a seething anger wells up within you
because people are
the problem,
your humanity
and that
people are also the solution.

Concentrate on specific needs,
pay attention to the
individual -
they make up the whole.

See beyond the unlovable,
the unattractive,
the impure
and the wounded -
see that
their spirit is as deserving as the rest.

Help them heal.

Their eyes are windows to their soul
and the mirror of your sincerity.

All species, all beings, share this Earth in a chain of life.
Care more about what makes us alike than what separates us.

Policies, rules and regulations are not infallible.
Apply them judiciously,
interpret them wisely.

No decision based purely on money is ever the right one.
Listen to your heart.
Sometimes we have to do that which we are most afraid of.

Be true to yourself and your beliefs.
Family may abandon you,
friends may disappoint you,
strangers will ridicule you.

People shun what they do not understand.
Help them to understand - kindly, softly, gently.

Those who do not respect all life are to be pitied.

Often the wrongdoer is as in need of help as his victims.

Forgive, then teach by example.
Educate yourself or you cannot hope to teach others.

No action based in hatred is ever right
and anger drowns
out wisdom.

Yours may be a voice crying in the wilderness,
make it a voice to be respected.

Listen more than you talk,
be courteous and reliable.

Learn to ask for help.
Never waiver from the truth.

Know that it takes a lot of strength to cry
and with every defeat, we learn.

All Creation celebrates that which is in its own best interest.

The Children are our hope - nurture them.

Nature is our legacy - protect it.
The Animals are our brethren - learn from them.
Your rewards will not be material, but they will be meaningful,
and the
courage of your convictions can survive anything.

We are small boats cast adrift on a cruel sea,
but someday the
tide will turn toward a safe harbor.

No matter how dark the storm clouds,
or deep the pain of heartbreak -
never forget:

We are their heroes.

Dedicated to all who have worked for change.
May your efforts be blessed.

You have made a difference.


Where Are You Now

Months go by and still no word
the loss is great
this void absurd
where are you now my little friend
this waiting hurts, there is no end
does your heart ache for me as well
do thoughts of me make your heart swell
I remember oh so sweet
the pitter patter of your feet
the way your eyes lit up with joy
when you found your special toy
Loving moments in my arms
when I could not resist your charms
They came and took you far away
they say I'm bad, you're gone to stay
But I will live another day.....
I am not dead, and they will pay
For you know in your little heart
that we did not choose to part
When will this nitemare end
Where are you now my little friend?

Written for all the victims of Katrina who are still searching for their babies.
Judy Gagnon