My Dearest Jocelyn...

My dearest Jocelyn:

It is strange to think,I have not seen you in a month.

I have seen the new moon,but not you.

I have seen sunsets and sunrises,but nothing of your beautiful face.

The pieces of my broken heart can pass through the eye of a needle.

I miss you like the sun misses the flower…Like the sun misses the flower in the depths of winter.

Instead of beauty to direct its light to, the heart hardens like the frozen world your absence has sent me to. 

I next compete in Paris. I’ll find it empty and cold if you’re not there. 

Hope guides me. It is what gets me through the day and especially the night. The hope that after you leave my sight it will not be the last time I look upon you.

With all the love that I possess, I remain yours…

The Knight of Your Heart, 

William

(via Pepitaluna)

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To graduates

gimmick-gamer:

The graduations begin, now. Some students get medals: bronze, silver, gold.

Some students do not get any medals… Some are not allowed to march… Some are not allowed to graduate.

It is really a time of joy and sorrow, a time of laughter and tears, an emotional time.

Education is the complete and harmonious development of all the physical, mental, and moral faculties of man. The end product, at graduation, is not a medal, or even the diploma. It is the boy, standing on his own two feet; it is the girl, coming down from the aisle with her diploma, to kiss her daddy.

Every teacher who has ever gone into a classroom knows that the best boy in the class, the best girl in the class, is not necessarily the one who gets the gold medal for academics.

There might be a girl in the class who has many firends. She loves everybody, and everyone loves her. When they need something, they come to her, because they know that she will give… there is no mark for that.

There might be a girl who is selfish as sin, who has no friends. No one comes to her when they are in need, because they know that she will not help anyone… there is no mark for that.

There might be a boy who is a natural leader. He has a sense of humor, and courage; he likes his family; he likes his school; he is at peace with God, with his friends, and with himself… there is no mark for that.

Another boy might be all mixed up. He hates his father. He hates the teachers. He is planning to kill himself, tonight… there is no mark for that.

We give marks for mathematics, for English, for history, for physics, for chemistry, for biology— but there are other sides to a boy and to a girl.

At this graduation, the end product is not the medal. It is not even the diploma. It is your son. It is your daughter.

If he has learned to be a man, if she has learned to be a woman, that’s enough.

That’s a superlative already.

Fr. James Reuter, SJ
Philippine Star
March 14, 2009

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