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A Little Bit of Heaven
from my heart to yours
I have had a presence on the Net,
since my first one-page site,
on wbs.net, in 1997.
From there, it grew,
to several small sites, on Geocities.
Finally, I combined all my sites,
into Rita Ralston.com
As my life
has changed,
and the Net has
changed,
I have felt that it was time
to go back to my one-page
presence on the Net.
There are so many different
ways to access and view the Net,
dozens of pages need to be redone,
so that the majority of my visitors
could see the pages properly.
I do not have the knowledge,
nor, quite frankly, the will,
to undertake the task.
For those who still find
their way here, and for those
who come often for, in their words,
peace, inspiration and serenity,
I am leaving "love notes",
which I hope will touch
your heart with mine.
~ Rita ~
The 23rd Psalm
"The Lord is my Shepherd"
The Lord is my Shepherd; I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures:
He leadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul:
He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness
For His name' sake.
Yea, though I walk through
The valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil: For thou art with me;
Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me
In the presence of mine enemies;
Thou annointest my head with oil;
My cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me
All the days of my life,
And I will dwelli
In the House of the Lord forever.
My grandmother gave me
a little book, of this Psalm,
when I was five years old,
and it touched me.
Looking back, the words,
in that little book,
became the foundation
of my faith today.
Quotes ToI Live By
The best and most
beautiful things in the world
cannot be seen or even touched.
They must be felt
with the heart.
by Helen Keller
Dance as if no one were watching.
Sing as if no one were listening,
and live every day as if
it were your last.
An Irish Toast
You're only here for a short visit.
Don't hurry, don't worry,
and stop to smell the flowers
along the way.
by Walter Hagen
Worrying does not empty
Tomorrow of its troubles;
it empties Today of its strength.
by Mary Engelbreit
Enjoy the little things,
for one day you may look back
and discover they were
the big things.
Life is not measured by
the number of breaths we take,
but by the number of moments
that take our breath away.
A Love Note to my Husband
My Treasure
There was a place within my heart
That never felt quite right,
Then you came into my life
And changed that overnight.
It's like finding a long lost treasure
You never hoped to find,
Filling up with happiness
Your heart, your soul, your mind.
Though it makes no earthy sense,
Somehow you know it's true,
This one you've found had always been
The missing part of you.
Destiny is something
We can't fathom or explain,
But once you rendezvous with it,
You never are the same.
©Copyright Rita Ralston 1988
All Rights Reserved
Published by Sparrowgrass Poetry Forum 1998
Published by The National Library of Poetry 1998
Copyright with The Library of Congress 1998
Ed was my first and only love,
and we married, in 1969.
I became very sick, in 1985,
and I remain so, today.
Ed has never waivered
in his love or support of me.
He is my best friend,
soulmate and caretaker.
He treats me with total
love and respect.
Ed is my greatest
gift from God.
My Favorite Poem
I have loved this poem
since I was a small child,
and despite my illness,
it describes how I feel
about my life.
High Flight
Oh, I have slipped
the surly bonds of earth
and danced the skies
on laughter-silvered wings.
Sunward I've climbed,
and joined the tumbling mirth of
sun-split clouds, and done a hundred things
you have not dreamed of -
wheeled and soared and swung
high in the sunlit silence.
Hovr'ring there, I've chased
the shouting wind along,
and flung my eager craft through
footless halls of air.
Up, up, the long, delirious, burning blue,
I've topped the windswept heights
with easy grace where never lark,
or even eagle flew.
And while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
the high untrespassed sanctity of space,
put out my hand,
and touched the face of God.
John Gillespie Magee, Jr.
September 3, 1941
On December 1941,
Pilot Officer Magee a 19-year old American
serving with the Royal Canadian Air Force in
England was killed when his Spitfire collided with
another airplane inside a cloud. Discovered among
his personal effects was this sonnet written on
the back of a letter at the time he was in
flying school at Farnborough, England.
A Love Note to You
Life is a precious gift,
and there is no mountain
that cannot be climbed,
or obstacle overcome,
if you have the faith, and
will, to never give up.
May God bless you with
faith, peace, love and joy.
~ Rita ~
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