Monday, August 30, 2010

SUCCESS

My friend asked me a question
I could not readily answer.


"Why do people who lie and cheat
Always seem to do better in life
Than people who try to do the right thing?"


A philosophical answer would not do;
She needed a practical response.

A theological answer would not do;
She already knew what that was.


We examined a specific case that troubled her.


An employee was told to fake product test results.
If he lied, people might be harmed.
He could not lie so he was fired.
Someone else faked the results;
The product was made.
The company is successful;
The former employee is bitter and destitute.


Her question to me:
"Why was evil rewarded and good punished?"


She wasn't satisfied with the standard answer:
"The case isn't over yet;
We don't know the final outcome."


It wasn't the final outcome she cared about.


"Why did doing the right thing
Produce such bad results?"
And more importantly,
"Why does that always seem to be the case?"


I couldn't give her a quick response
But her questions made me wonder.


Is apparent sucess true success?
Is it incorrect for me to think
That outward and inner success could be different?


Is it really true that the pain of doing right
Ultimately prevails over the ease of doing wrong?


How long will it take for the fired employee to believe
That what he did - in the end - was best for him?

What if he never believes it was best?


I can listen to quick, standard answers:
Doing the right thing is always right.
Without suffering you can't experience true joy.
Striving is the essence of life.
You can only gain after you experience pain.
Everything always works out in the end.


Yes, I know that getting to the end is what matters,
But how I get there matters most.


I have learned
The quick, standard answers are true
But they don't ease the day-to-day struggle.
They don't give me all the help I need to live my life,
For living life is no simple matter.


A succssful life
Always incorporates good and evil,
And in the struggle
Sometimes evil seems to prevail.


But while I'm in the midst of the struggle
I cannot say that evil has won.
Only when I cross the bridge to the other side
Of the conflict can I call the results.
Only after I have experienced the entire event
Can I say which side has won.


That takes time -
Sometimes a lifetime.

MY LOVE IS HERE

Words nothing but words
For me to show
How much my love for you unfolds
Through trouble and fears
This love feels so real
And I need you to know

Even though we're far apart
You're right beside me in my heart

Don't you know my love is here?
Don't you know my love is real?
You should know by now
This match is true
My love is here for you

Time, nothing but time
To make up your mind
I'll give you all that you need
I want you to know
I'll never let go
'Til you come back to me

Even though you're far away
I'm right beside you day by day

Don't you know my love is here?
Don't you know my love is real?
You should know by now
This much is true
My love is here for you

Even though we're far apart
You're right beside me in my heart

Don't you know my love is here?
Don't you know my love is real for you?
You should know by now
This much is true
My love is here for you

Thursday, August 26, 2010

WE ARE THE CMIS!COMPUTER MANAGEMENT AND INFORMATION SYSTEM

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

SONNET 18

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?


Thou art more lovely and more temperate:


Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,


And summer's lease hath all too short a date:


Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,


And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;


And every fair from fair sometime declines,


By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;


But thy eternal summer shall not fade


Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;


Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,


When in eternal lines to time thou growest:


So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,


So long lives this and this gives life to thee.

SONNET 12


When I do count the clock that tells the time,
And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;
When I behold the violet past prime,
And sable curls all silver'd o'er with white;
When lofty trees I see barren of leaves
Which erst from heat did canopy the herd,
And summer's green all girded up in sheaves
Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard,
Then of thy beauty do I question make,
That thou among the wastes of time must go,
Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake
And die as fast as they see others grow;
And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defence
Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.

Desiderata


Go placidly amid the noise and the haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.

As far as possible, without surrender,
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even to the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons;
they are vexatious to the spirit.

If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain or bitter,
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.

Exercise caution in your business affairs,
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals,
and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love,
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment,
it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.

Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be.
And whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life,
keep peace in your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

Monday, August 23, 2010

THE DIFFERENCE

I got up early one morning
and rushed right into the day;
I had so much to accomplish
That I didn't have time to pray.

Problems just tumbled around me
And heavier came each task,
"Why doesn't God help me?" I wondered.
He answered, "You didn't ask."

I wanted to see joy and beauty
But the day toiled on gray and bleak,
I wondered why God didn't show me,
He said, "But you didn't seek."

I tried to come into God's presence;
I tried all my keys at the lock,
God gently and lovingly chided,
"My child you didn't knock."

I woke up early one morning,
And paused before entering the day;
I had so much to accomplish
That I had to take time to pray.