The Quarrel

It's always a great time to get rid of clutter in our homes.  I've got a pile of stuff I haven't used in a long time waiting to be taken away. It feels so good to clear out the clutter and claim back much needed space. I'm finding that some of the junk, or stuff is still useful for others to use and other things, well, they are not. It's time to let them go.

But there is something even more important than the junk that's piling up in our house. I'm speaking of the junk in our hearts and inner beings. I'm speaking of de-cluttering our hearts of things we need to let go of.

I'm posting two poems that will blow you away. Though these poems were written for children, adults can relate to them too.
 

Today's two poems talk about the secret to keeping good relationships, good, or, making them better.  To keep our relationships healthy, everyone needs to use these seven small words from time to time. "I'm sorry." "I was wrong." "Please forgive me".
 

If you think about it, these seven small words hold a lot of power. By power I mean the power to heal. Anger, strife and pride hurt us more than we realize. They stop us from having rich and rewarding relationships. All because we are too proud to turn back and apologize.
 

When we experience a conflict with someone we care about and feel that we are right, it's hard for us to see things any other way. Our pride and emotions get the better of us. You could say we let our negative, prideful emotions control us. They take over. We want the person we are angry with to say we are right. Sometimes, its just better to let it go.

I want to challenge you. Take a moment and reflect. Think about someone you care about or have cared about in the past that you are having a conflict with. Could the power of these seven little words fix it?
 

It's always, always worth a try.  

The Quarrel

by Eleanor Farjeon

I quarrelled with my brother

I don't know what about,

One thing led to another

And somehow we fell out.

The start of it was slight,

The end of it was strong,

He said he was right,

I knew he was wrong!

We hated one another.

The afternoon turned black.

Then suddenly my brother

Thumped me on the back,

And said, "Oh, come along!

We can't go on all night-

I was in the wrong.'

So he was in the right.

  

The Silence

by John Mole

It wasn't your fault,

It was just the way

That things turned out

And I don't know why.

Nobody meant it

Whatever it was

That started the silence

All over the house.

Please don't go

But if you must

Then think of us sometimes.

You're the best.

Send me a postcard

(wish you were here)

And I'll believe you

Wherever you are.

Perhaps before long

The silence will break.

Every one's waiting

For you to speak.