“If I can dream. There must be light burning brighter somewhere. It is my dream that we will all live in harmony. All my brothers walk hand in hand.”(Elvis Presley - If I Can Dream )

LITTLE DIME

An audible and humanly painful sound
Is left by the dime in a small tin box.
The echo of its poverty hovers in the air
As a constant warning to the world.
If the dark shadows of solitude
Would proudly rule the boy's little empire
(for a child without a window into the world,
everything is a fairy tale),
His sad and ill mother
Would weave the quilt of her life;

 An audible and humanly painful sound
Is left by the dime in a small tin box.
The boy's ill mother,
Known as a quilt maker,
Calls out with a new painful sound,
Not as a curse,
But as her faith;

An audible and humanly painful sound
Is left by the dime in a small tin box.
Whose is the hand who put that dime
Into the boy's mother trembling hand?
The hand of a stranger?...
The hand of a missionary?...
The hand of a child?...
The hand of some wonderful angel?...
Whose hand cared so much
For the hand of his sad ill mother?

An audible and perfectly human sound
Is left by the dime in a small tin box.
The dime is reverberantly singing in its small tin box,
Royally proclaiming
- As if it was a golden coin -
"Do not worry, my friends,
Hunger shall not cross your doorstep
As long as you have me!"

An audible and humanly painful sound
Is left by the dime in a small tin box.
How many dreams, prayers and hopes
Did the boy's mother weave
Into the quilt of her life?...
These questions mutely knock against the face
Of many of their dark nights;

An audible and humanly painful sound
Is left by the the boy's tear in a small tin box.
The memories have long since trapped
The boy's mother's quilt of life in their silky web;
The memories have long since trapped
The boy's mother's small tin box;
The memories have long since trapped
All of the boy's late mother's deaf tears,
The little dime's sound long since died down.

©Walter William Safar

Mr. Smith Goes to Washington Speech

See:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aAjDmw6IrFg

Thicklizzi

I saw this movie first when I was 12 and it (especially this scene) impressed me very much. It lead me through my whole life. The character of Mr. Smith formed partly my sense for honor and gave me the courage to go through bad times without loosing faith and hope. Thank you Mr. Smith and Jimmy Stewart. This movie should be part of education in every school on the world to teach the children common sense and honor.

 Lexington73300

Greatest political speech of all time.

Julia Anderson

I wish Mr. Smith was alive! He would be the best president ever!!

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 Elvis Presley - If I Can Dream ♥

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9CMlYVu9J4g

THE STATIONERY BOY

In the shadow of a murky building, in a street with an ugly appearance

and an unpleasant smell, without sun and without human warmth

for most of the day, a boy and a dog tend after their only

legal craft assigned to them by the world: survival.

The boy and the dog are not just one body and one soul,

but they are also, as the world believes, one voice.

This voice, which seems to be heard only on Christmas Eve,

comes from a shrill ghost which lies restless in its grave;

in that sad street, which never housed a single butterfly

in its whole existence, there was some kind of greedy

spider, that spun its web to prey on careless people.

Yet, the boy and the dog await each new day with humble

and reverent obedience, and they sell paper: regular, fine

concept, white, whitish-brown, golden-blue; stamps,

sprinkling sand, nails, pencils, red and green ribbons

for gift wrapping; old notebooks, calendars,

diaries. To cut a long story short, the boy and his dog

trade in good old values. They are invisible to the courts,

because, after all, who cares for the poor, as the wise would say.

This morning, however, the boy and his dog were not in their

usual place, the golden sundust floated on the soft, sweet back

of the wind, as if looking for the stationer boy and his dog.

And the boy was lamenting the death of his old dog, in the shadow,

as usual, far away from the eyes of the world, and these salty, silent

tears were looking for at least one short gaze of the world,

but the cold world considers the boy to be just a regular, modest,

humble, honorable, and thus invisible stationer.

He kneels next to his only friend, and with a broken voice

he bids him farewell for one last time:

“Good night, my only friend! Good night, my little

stationer! Sweet and blissful dreams!”

And so the stationer boy was once again left alone in that sad street.

©Walter William Safar

   It's A Wonderful Life (1946) - James Stewart - George Bailey's Speech to Potter & the Loan Board

See:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O4ne13Zft9Q

Ace1000ks1975

In this movie, all the people in the community banded together to save George's community bank. Too bad people don't have this sense of community anymore, nor are people grateful for what other do for them. 
 

Julie Mallen

WE can WE will together WE R stronger better>>>our children deserve a future that is debt free and safe for them to live love and play>>> WE will Pass The Money Reform Act WE will REBUILD our homeland our true allies WILL stand by America>>>

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SILENT NIGHT

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5BRVkgaIcaE

A POEM OF LOVE

 Darling, I shall never, never forget

the excitement

your heart had awakened

in my heart.

How gentle it was,

my heart was nearly breaking,

full of elation

from the mixed up feelings of pleasure,

pain, joy, pride and modest sorrow.

How much mercy the Lord had bestowed

upon me,

allowing me to dream of those days,

when we imagined

a better world together,

how to defeat poverty

without changing the direction of the wind.

You know how much love feels

for the destiny

of mankind,

how should I tell you?

(if I'm not wrong) that love is born,

without becoming,

just like a poet

who spent his youth

in the empire of classical shadows.

Darling! I am writing this poem

in faithful service to love.

It is lightened by the sun,

which might shine its light

on all my thoughts of happiness,

in which we shall spend

all of our future years together.

©Walter William Safar

 Its A Wonderful Life -♥ 

See:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mrmUipa1kc4

Christmas gift

If you want to give a gift

To the boy from the orphanage,

Give him hope,

Be the eternal flame

In the stationery boy's dark dream.

If you want to give from the heart,

Find a gift

In a smile from the heart,

Because that which is woven from tenderness and love

Is priceless.

If you want to become closer to yourself,

Look into the eyes of the stationery boy,

Because his eyes are the path of dreams

Where you shall always find the lost dream.

If you sinned in life,

Look at the face of the stationery boy,

Because his smile is a valley in bloom

Where you shall always find forgiveness.

When you think that the mournful veil

Has covered the flame in the eye of the stationery boy,

You should know, my friend;

There are no sad and merry children,

There are only loved and unloved children.

If you really want to see the tear

In the eye of the stationery boy,

Watch as a castaway would, looking for his path to salvation

In a star.

When poverty lowers its dark curtain

Between you and the orphanage boy

When darkness takes over

Between heaven and earth,

The secret to salvation is in the inner glow,

In the glow of the eye of the stationery boy,

Look for trust, joy and love,

That glorious company in the soul

Shall raise the dark curtain

Between you and the stationery boy,

Between heaven and earth

Light will rule.

©Walter William Safar

Elvis Presley - On A Snowy Christmas Night, ♥

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CY22tLoy6mU