Always In The Heart

I sit here tonight

with thoughts of you.

Wishing you was here with me

like I always do.

I know that we will be together

again some day.

When that day comes

we will have nothing but

smiles on our faces and our skies no longer grey.

In this time that we are apart,

I know that we are in one another’s heart.

We always will be,

just like we were from the start.

You are a part of me,

and I am a part of you.

That is something so special

and very true.

Your gentle touch

I miss so much.

How could someone

keep something away from us

that is so precious as such.

I do know, when there is a will

there is a way.

I promise you we will be together

forever again one day.

Until then, always remember

that I love you forever.

YOU!

Darling,


your dazzling eyes can lihgt up my heart,

my dear you are my world.

the melodious voice of you and the cudlesome words

can make me happy forever.

your lips and the handsome body,

I was so impressed by you.

What would I be without you!

what would i b without you...


without your love,

I am a skeleton buried,

flesh tasted delicious to worms.

without your guidance,

I am a raft crashed agaist a mighty rock.

without your love,

i will be a glass shattered into million piece,

a flower withered and crushed,

a lamp rusted and split.

I need you to live.......za



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I WILL DO MORE.....

A Faded Rose

The rose that once had been so perfect.

Petals pleading to be touched,

fragrant with the most Heavenly bouquet.

This rose, reminiscent of another life,

was found in quiet repose,

pressed between pages of poetry.

No better place for interment

than resting in the loving arms of favored.

sonnets whose lines will recapture her beauty in verse.

The essence of rose and love will ever live on in my heart,

just as the bearer of the rose has all these many years.

This dried, crumpled, lifeless rose is all that remains of our love.

I cannot now resurrect this rose, nor our love,

but for some reason I feel the need to try.

Failures are sometimes second chances.

Gently closing the book that contains my faded rose

and the tangible symbol of our love.

I put upon the shelf all our hopes and dreams

to wait once more for another place,

another time.

To God the Father

To the little, pitiful God I make my prayer,

The God with the long grey beard

And flowing robe fastened with a hempen girdle

Who sits nodding and muttering on the all-too-big throne

of Heaven.

What a long, long time, dear God, since you set the

stars in their places,

Girded the earth with the sea, and invented the day and

night.

And longer the time since you looked through the blue

window of Heaven

To see your children at play in a garden....

Now we are all stronger than you and wiser and more

arrogant,

In swift procession we pass you by.

"Who is that marionette nodding and muttering

On the all-too-big throne of Heaven?

Come down from your place, Grey Beard,

We have had enough of your play-acting!"

It is centuries since I believed in you,

But to-day my need of you has come back.

I want no rose-coloured future,

No books of learning, no protestations and denials--

I am sick of this ugly scramble,

I am tired of being pulled about--

O God, I want to sit on your knees

On the all-too-big throne of Heaven,

And fall asleep with my hands tangled in your grey

beard.

Eggs

Eggs make ducks


And ducks make eggs

So ducklings can quack quack!

The chicks go peep

Emerged from sleep,

Resurfacing out back.

Angels

Angels are quite confident,


Now they are on high.

Given whom they represent,

Each appearing Heaven sent,

Let them serve God innocent

As we live and die.



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Where the Sidewalk Ends

There is a place where the sidewalk ends


And before the street begins,

And there the grass grows soft and white,

And there the sun burns crimson bright,

And there the moon-bird rests from his flight

To cool in the peppermint wind.



Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black

And the dark street winds and bends.

Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow

We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,

And watch where the chalk-white arrows go

To the place where the sidewalk ends.



Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,

And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,

For the children, they mark, and the children, they know

The place where the sidewalk ends.

Phenomenal woman

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.


I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size

But when I start to tell them,

They think I'm telling lies.

I say,

It's in the reach of my arms

The span of my hips,

The stride of my step,

The curl of my lips.

I'm a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That's me.



I walk into a room

Just as cool as you please,

And to a man,

The fellows stand or

Fall down on their knees.

Then they swarm around me,

A hive of honey bees.

I say,

It's the fire in my eyes,

And the flash of my teeth,

The swing in my waist,

And the joy in my feet.

I'm a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That's me.



Men themselves have wondered

What they see in me.

They try so much

But they can't touch

My inner mystery.

When I try to show them

They say they still can't see.

I say,

It's in the arch of my back,

The sun of my smile,

The ride of my breasts,

The grace of my style.

I'm a woman



Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That's me.



Now you understand

Just why my head's not bowed.

I don't shout or jump about

Or have to talk real loud.

When you see me passing

It ought to make you proud.

I say,

It's in the click of my heels,

The bend of my hair,

the palm of my hand,

The need of my care,

'Cause I'm a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman

FREEDOM

Like morning breeze that kissed the leaves


So soft so gentle whispers to the cheeks

A shiver felt cuts but a second

And flies above the ground depart.



In loving mourn the distance felt

Upset and gloomy thoughts connive

Design the future hollow feels

Empty gallows like lantern floats.



Behold the threshold unfolds horizon

Tomorrow’s unseen mystery flickers

To the well of faith charged in full

Whispers of wisdom the mind engulf.



Gladness overflows the heart in pain

Shallows death the earth regained

Rays of light that kissed the mound

Diminished the dark devoured the flesh.



The windows sparkled flash the gleam

Awaken slumber springs to life

Freed of burdens slugged the threshold down

In gaiety bloom the prospered soul ascends.








A brief candle; both ends burning

An endless mile; a bus wheel turning

A friend to share the lonesome times

A handshake and a sip of wine

So say it loud and let it ring

We are all a part of everything

The future, present and the past

Fly on proud bird

You're free at last.

CHILDREN

CHILDREN, ye have not lived, to you it seems


Life is a lovely stalactite of dreams,

Or carnival of careless joys that leap

About your hearts like billows on the deep

In flames of amber and of amethyst.





Children, ye have not lived, ye but exist

Till some resistless hour shall rise and move

Your hearts to wake and hunger after love,

And thirst with passionate longing for the things

That burn your brows with blood-red sufferings.





Till ye have battled with great grief and fears,

And borne the conflict of dream-shattering ye

I live on.

He wakes, who never thought to wake again,


Who held the end was Death. He opens eyes

Slowly, to one long livid oozing plain

Closed down by the strange eyeless heavens. He lies;

And waits; and once in timeless sick surmise

Through the dead air heaves up an unknown hand,

Like a dry branch. No life is in that land,

Himself not lives, but is a thing that cries;

An unmeaning point upon the mud; a speck

Of moveless horror; an Immortal One

Cleansed of the world, sentient and dead; a fly

Fast-stuck in grey sweat on a corpse's neck.



I thought when love for you died, I should die.

It's dead. Alone, most strangely, I live on.

GOOD MORNING

God sends us many blessings

from the heavens up above,

He gives us peace and gladness

and the dear ones that we love.

He cheers us with the shinning sun

and He makes the flowers grow

He gives us beautiful rainbows

and the special faith they show.

He gives the gift of friendship

while He teaches us to share

And He blesses us with special friends

so we can show how much we care.

With Love always & Takecare…

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One lonely tree

One lonely tree




Lonely are the nights

Lonely are the days

Alone in the walks of life

One lonely tree

Lonely on the land I walk

Lost, wondering, confused

Like the lonely winter tree



Lonely smiles

On tears lonely lonely cry

I'm nowhere to be found

I feel lonely without your love

One life with a lost soul.



Lonely.

One lonely tree

One lonely tree




Lonely are the nights

Lonely are the days

Alone in the walks of life

One lonely tree

Lonely on the land I walk

Lost, wondering, confused

Like the lonely winter tree



Lonely smiles

On tears lonely lonely cry

I'm nowhere to be found

I feel lonely without your love

One life with a lost soul.



Lonely.

It's time to go!

It's time to go!



The finger of night

is touching my face;

The cold weather of the back yard

is patting my brownish hair;




I'm still alone;

Despite having lots of friends;

I'm still tired;

Despite resting for a long time.

I'm still exhausted ;

Despite sleeping all the day.







It's not the first time;

My heart asks me about you.

It's not the first time.

I'm looking in the front mirror;

In the hope of seeing you beside me.

It's not the first time.

I'm smelling everywhere;

Just for finding your fragrance.



I hate storm;

It takes every thing

I hate rain

It washes away my memories

When did I get lost?

I can't find my way.

When did I get blind?

Still…need to see you more.


It's time to go…

Someone is calling me.

Can you hear the sad song

that crow is singing?

It's time to go.

It's raining hail.

Where is my umbrella?

TWO FACES OF RED

TWO FACES OF RED


The red of blood-

Its deep shade signifying

The dreary hue of pain;



It tells a story

Of trials and sufferings,

Of paths by thorns adorned-

Traversed with bare feet;

Of wounds inflicted

Through the long journey called life-

Embraced by the soul

As sources of strength…



The red of a rose-

Its crimson petals signifying

The pure hue of love…

It tells a story

Of a special bond

Binding two souls to faith eternal;

Of precious time

Spent in sweet delirium-

When the world seems so beautiful;

Of moments filled

With lifetime of ecstasy-

Embraced by the soul

As sources of life.......................

My heart....................

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Happiness is not a goal, but a way of life.





My Heart....

« on: February 16, 2009, 04:16:51 PM »



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I love you more than life itself

But I'm afraid to love.

My heart is like the fragile wings

Of a tiny little dove.



I'm scared to get too close.

I feel that I can't win.

You'll love me for a little while

Then you'll set me free again



I've lived so long on hopes and dreams

I don't know what to do.

I don't think I can trust my heart,

For it belongs to you.



I know you'll only hurt me

Yet, I still keep running back.

Between the paths of our hearts

There's a worn and beaten track



You've got my heart held on a string.

It's breaking right in two.

Enough belongs to me -to hurt-

The rest belongs to you



I know that somewhere in your heart

There is a place for me.

I just don't know how to find it

And there's no way to make you see.

I can only hope that someday

You'll wake up and you'll find,

That while my heart belongs to yours,

Yours, too, belongs to mine.

LOST LOVE

Everything gets lost

Only memories remain..

Deep engraved in heart

A picture remains…

Some moments, some words

Some looks, some feelings

Someone whom I loved, and

Accepted all his failings…

Everyone told me he was not nice,

He'll leave me when he gets his pie..

I knew this was true

Still ventured out in dark hue

The path was thorny, night was dark

I stumbled and fell, my heart bled hard

He wasn't there to lift me up

To comfort me, to console me, to buck me up...

I searched him all over; but in vain

He didn't know, that I was in pain…

I decided to forget him

And turned to go back

With eyes full of tears and an aching heart

When I turned back

I was struck



There he was

Standing.. Folding his arms

I thought he had come to say

That he loves me

To take me where

We can live happily…

But, No

I was wrong

He came to advise me…

To tell me I shouldn't move forward

That I can be happy without his love…

He hugged me tight and took my hand

Imprinted his lips on that hand…

I felt shy and smiled faintly

And he whispered very gently

"Go back to your own path dear,

I have to go my own"

I understood what he meant…

And though shattered was my heart,

I returned back..

Returned-

Where my Life was..

Where my Smile was….

To My Home..

Could There Be Angels Waiting in the Wings

Could there be angels waiting in the wings,


How might we call upon their ecstasy?

Rainbows are mere garnish on the days

In which we are the glory and the light.

So may we hear the songs our sunshine sings,

The words which will the wonder of our ways;

May we know how good it is to be

As we celebrate the holidays,

So much in love we weep as angels might.

STAGE

All the world's a stage,

I am dancing to the tunes of nature fabricated by God,

I will dance til i fall down deep into the realms of water,

there i will act as a fish to survive to fight,

I am an actor and my wor is to act

If i fail there even i deserve not to live,

not to survive and thereby dimnish into watery folds.

One lonely tree

Lonely are the nights
Lonely are the days

Alone in the walks of life

One lonely tree

Lonely on the land I walk

Lost, wondering, confused

Like the lonely winter tree



Lonely smiles

On tears lonely lonely cry

I'm nowhere to be found

I feel lonely without your love

One life with a lost soul.



Lonely.

SOME DREAMS CAME.............

FRIENDS.....AFTER A LONG.....I'M AGAIN WITH YOU

READ AND ENJOY...

When "HE" is mine..

When HE is mine..




when he is mine..

The world turns all over again..

my heart dances with all the love rain..

my eyes shower care leaving the pain..





When he is mine..

The clouds pass by in the city of my joy..

embracing my heart..the sky speaks out abt my boy..

my cheeks extend to be so coy..




When he is mine..

when really he is..

all the world is meant to be mine..

for he's my star & he's my shine

Dance in the Rain……

Life's not about waiting for the storms to pass...


it's about learning to dance in the rain." …. BJ Gallagher



Dance in the Rain……



Earth has excited us with the shivering pleasure,

From the first kiss of rain, the soil so mild and tender,

Just what the lovers experience while they hold together.

The breeze was soothing while they embraced.



The rain was ever more beautiful and cool..

Devdar stretched its leaves to feel the drops,

Cool rain muttered by declining romantically,

Yet the dampness played its trick ….. to feel sensually.



The rainbow, so passionate, spread out its pleats of colours

Peacocks added to the romantic mood by spreading feathers,

And danced to the tune along with the murmuring drops

The aroma of the soaked soil filled around…. stimulating.



Yet the pounding of our hearts can be heard.

Flora and fauna enjoyed the essence of the first rain,

That brought them more pleasure than they have ever had,

As if to say "I give myself to you…. completely."



The tranquility is disturbed by the grunts,

Their hearts pounding with anticipation..

They become unified, in each other’s embrace

The taste of rain, the feel of nature, the gorgeous moment!!!!





…………………………………………………sparshana

~ Ride A Cloud With Me ~

Soaring 'cross the sky as an eagle

Words dancing across the page

To bring alive a sonnet in fiction

Poet, thoughts and pen engage

Nothing is impossible

That crosses my creative mind

Making magical moments happen

Thoughts rush to form each line

Riding clouds to distant places

Where no one's been before

I've opened up another world

Behind a magical door

What will I see this time,

Fantasy, triumph or tragedy?

The pictures are now unfolding

Take a look at my thoughts and see

I'm speeding 'cross the Milky Way

Where angels and fairies play

Who sprinkle stardust in the night

Send warm sunbeams by day

Viewing now the rainbow's end

But there's no pot of gold

Pardon me, but what I see

Are wonders never told

Diamonds scattered everywhere

Streets are paved with gold

I've found the place of perfect peace

Now my story must be told

In the distance I hear a melody

'Tis where the winds come from

On the other side, a crystal sea

That brings such soothing calm

Looking through a black hole out there

Until I see the sparkling sight

Then I wait to see the rays break through

Changing darkness into light

This is the place where dreams are made

There is so much here to see

Am I in a dream of my own?

Is this real or fantasy?

There's no such thing as fairytales

For all dreams do come true

Just come and ride a cloud with me

To this land beyond the blue

You'll be in your magic moment then

See all you've been searching for

The place where all our dreams are made

Behind this golden door

I leave you now to question

Whether fact or fantasy

You are left to wonder now

After riding a cloud with me

Me and My Words

Me and my words


Are Best Friends

Because We Respond…



Me & my words

Are Comfortable

Because We Understand…



Me & my words

Are Contagious

Because We Love…



Me & my words

Are Substitutes

Because We Trust…



Me & my words

Are Playful

Because We Enjoy…



Me & my words

Are Silent

Because We Believe…



Me & my words

Are Famous

Because We are together!!!



……what say?……………………………….

GOOD MORNING

GOOD MORNING

*இதயச்

செடியிலிருந்து

மலரும்

வார்த்தைப் பூக்களின்

வாசத்தோடு

என்னை நம்பி

எத்தனை உறவுகள்?

* காதலியின்

கண்ணுக்கு

மையெழுதும் விரல்கள்!

* இதழ் ஒத்தடம்

சுமந்து வரும்

இனிய ஞாபகங்கள்!

* காதலை

கிறங்க வைக்கும்

தாவணி மனசுகள்!

* தாவணிக்கு

சாமரம் வீசும்

சந்தோஷ வார்த்தைகள்!

* அப்பாவிடம்

மகனும்...

மகனிடம்

அப்பாவும்...

பணம் கேட்டு அனுப்பும்

அவசர ஆணைகள்!

* மனைவி

சுமந்திருக்கும்

மசக்கையை...

மாமனாருக்கு தெரிவிக்கும்

உயிர்மெய்

எழுத்துக்கள்!

* டேபிள் துடைத்து

சாப்பாடு போடும்

மகனுக்கு...

அம்மாவின்

ஆசிகள்!

* புகுந்த வீட்டிலிருக்கும்

மகளுக்கு...

பிறந்த வீட்டிலிருந்து

போகும்

அப்பாவின்

ஆறுதல்கள்!

* விடுதியில் இருக்கும்

பிள்ளையின்

வீட்டு ஞாபகங்கள்!

* வாழ்க்கை

வரம் கேட்கும்

நம்பிக்கை மனுக்கள்!

* வட்டியோடு சேர்த்து

திருப்பாவிடில்

விற்கப்படும்

எச்சரிக்கை செய்யும்

ஆயுத எழுத்துக்கள்!

* எல்லை

இறுதியில்

இந்திய

மண்ணை காக்கும்

மாவீரர்களுக்கு...

மனைவிகளின்

உஷ்ணமூட்டும்

காதல் வரிகள்!

* அயல்

தேசத்திலிருக்கும்

அன்பான

கணவனுக்கு

அனுப்பப்படும்

ஆயிரம் முத்தங்கள்!

* மடித்து

வைக்கப்பட்டிருக்கும்

ஆண்டவனின்

அருட் பிரசாதங்கள்!

* இன்னும்...

இன்னும்...

* மழையிலும்...

வெயிலிலும்...

பனியிலும்...

பாதுகாப்பாக...

* ஓராயிரம்

உள்ளங்களை

சுமந்து நின்று

அனுப்பி வைக்கும் என்னை...

* யாராவது

நலம் விசாரித்து

ஒரு கடிதம் எழுதக் கூடாதா?

* தபால் பெட்டி

கேட்கிறது!

KAVITHAI

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அடி, உதை, குத்துக்கு…

உடம்பு வலித்தும்

உள்ளம் வலிக்கவில்லை…

பேரப்பிள்ளைகளின் செல்லம்?



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பெண் தெய்வம்

பயந்து ஓடுகிறது

எதிரே

போலிச்சாமியார்!

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அவளுடைய

இதழ்களும் குறள்தானோ?

இரண்டே வரியில்

எத்தனை பாடங்கள்…?



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அப்பா இறப்பிற்கு

சிரித்தபடி அம்மா

புகைப்படத்தில்!



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உனக்கு

கவிதை எழுத தெரியுமா

என்றாய்

தெரியாது ஆனால்

பார்த்து கொண்டிருக்கிறேன்

என்றேன்.

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அன்பே

தங்கத்திலிருந்து

வெள்ளி வருவதை

இப்பொழுதுதான் பார்க்கிறேன்

உன் வியர்வை.



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என்ன வேண்டுதலோ…

மொட்டை போட்டது மரம்

இலையுதிர் காலம்!



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அன்பு என்ற சொல்லுக்கு

அர்த்தம் கேட்டு

அடித்துக் கொண்டிருந்தார் ஆசிரியர்.



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The Road Less Traveled

How often we must bear the challenges of life;

The endless roller coaster between happiness and sorrow;

The constant ups and downs of daily strife.

And always the question remains .... why?



Life is not an easy road for most;

It twists and turns with many forks in the road,

Although always, and inevitably, we are given a choice ...



Do we turn to the right ... or the left?

Do we take the high road ... or the low road?

Do we take the easy path ... or the difficult one?



Decisions are not easy for those struggling for direction ...

And sometimes the many choices and signs become overwhelming.



While standing at a crossroads in life,

The urge is to take the most comfortable path;

The road with least resistance ...

The shortest or most traveled route.



And yet, if we've been down that comfortable road before;

Have gleaned its lessons in life, and learned from our experiences;



Do we yet again follow the known?

Or does our destiny lie in another direction?



The fear of the road less traveled is tangible and all too real;

It manifests itself in many ways,

And tends to cloud the issues that might otherwise be clear.



It is in these times of confusion,

That we must seek peace and solitude;



Time to contemplate on our life,

Our experiences and our choices past;

Time to look back, and reflect on what we have learned

Without fear or confusion.



For only each of us knows our own personal thoughts;

Our unique past and personal history;

The experiences that brought us to the crossroads we now face.



We can always learn a small degree from others experiences,

And yet ... no one person can walk in our shoes,

Others know not, the trials and tribulations faced in private ...



For each is individual ... unique ... and personal.



And that is why ... while standing at a crossroads,

Only "we" can formulate the decision for ourselves;

The true direction that lies within;

The choices we must deliberate on with clarity and wisdom.



For it is only through personal reflection,

That we can now choose our destiny;

... Our next adventure;

... And the future we will embrace.

A beautiful poem written by a Father to save his Daughter!!

A sad Dad's poem...


This is a beautiful poem. There is an appeal from a Zimbabwean

couple at the bottom of message, not asking for anything more

than that you hand the poem on.

The husband wrote the poem.





TO MY CHILD



Just for this morning, I am going to



smile when I see your face and laugh



when I feel like crying.



Just for this morning, I will let you



choose what you want to wear,



and smile and say how perfect it is.



Just for this morning, I am going to step



over the laundry and pick you up and take you to



the park to play.



Just for this morning, I will leave the



dishes in the sink, and let you teach me how to put



that puzzle of yours together.



Just for this afternoon, I will unplug



the telephone and keep the computer off, and sit with



you in the backyard and blow bubbles.



Just for this afternoon, I will not yell



once, not even a tiny grumble when you scream and



whine for the ice cream truck, and I will buy you one



if he comes by.



Just for this afternoon, I won't worry



about what you are going to be when you grow up, or



second guess every decision I have made where you are



concerned.



Just for this afternoon, I will let you



help me bake cookies, and I won't stand over you



trying to fix them.



Just for this afternoon, I will take us



to McDonald's and buy us both a Happy Meal so you can



have both toys.



Just for this evening, I will hold you in



my arms and tell you a story about how you were



born and how much I love you.



Just for this evening, I will let you



splash in the tub and not get angry.



Just for this evening, I will let you



stay up late while we sit on the porch and count all the stars.



Just for this evening, I will snuggle



beside you for hours, and miss my favourite TV shows.



Just for this evening when I run my



finger through your hair as you pray, I will simply be



grateful that God has given me the greatest gift ever given.



I will think about the mothers and



fathers who are searching for their missing children, the



mothers and fathers who are visiting their children's



graves instead of their bedrooms. The mothers



and fathers who are in hospital rooms



watching their children suffer senselessly and screaming



inside that little body



And when I kiss you goodnight I will hold



you a little tighter, a little longer. It is then,



that I will thank God for you, and ask him for



nothing, except one more day.............

TELL HER

AFTER A LONG...FOR ALL LOVELY FRIENDS...

Forever

I learn as the years roll onward

And leave the past behind,

That much I have counted sorrow

but proves our God is kind;

That many a flower I longed for

Has a hidden thorn of pain,

And many a rugged path

Led to fields of ripened grain.



The clouds but cover the sunshine;

They cannot banish the sun.

And the earth shines out the brighter

When the weary rain is done.

We must stand in the deepest sorrow

To see the clearest light,

And often from wrong's own darkness

Comes the very strength of right.



We must live through the weary winter

If we could but value the spring,

And the woods must be cold and silent

Before the robins sing.

The flowers must be buried in darkness

Before they can bud and bloom,

And the sweetest and warmest sunshine

Comes after the storm and gloom.



So the heart from the hardest trial

Gains the purest joy of all,

And from the lips that have tasted sadness

The sweetest songs will fall.

For as peace comes after suffering,

And love is reward of pain,

So after earth comes heaven

And out of our loss the gain.

Scent Of Love

Scent Of Love

There is the scent of love

under girding the promises of life

In our being, in our need

to sense the miracle

of God's love as our very essence

So that His love becomes more

than wanting to be right

and to understand that

each of us can stumble and get upset

when it's too dark in the night

For sometimes life is so much more

than we can ever dare to cope

But, if we hold true

then God will bring us His abiding hope

For our hearts to be big enough

to begin anew upon tomorrow

and let yesterday slide away

to keep it's passing sorrow

When sometimes, some days

we can't give of our best

and utter in the confusion

things that are never meant

We learn somehow to live above

mistakes and little flaws

and not demand perfection

but cry unto the Lord

For the kindness every day

to forgive another....

and ourselves, the more

Thus in the never ending miracle

of love's abiding essence

we will rise each day, to walk onward

ever upward

in eternal loveliness

I have one last question mom

I went to a party Mom,


I remembered what you said.

You told me not to drink, Mom,

So I drank soda instead.



I really felt proud inside, Mom,

The way you said I would.

I didn't drink and drive, Mom,

Even though the others said I should.



I know I did the right thing, Mom,

I know you are always right.

Now the party is finally ending, Mom,

As everyone is driving out of sight.



As I got into my car, Mom,

I knew I'd get home in one piece.

Because of the way you raised me,

So responsible and sweet.



I started to drive away, Mom,

But as I pulled out into the road,

The other car didn't see me, Mom,

And hit me like a load.



As I lay there on the pavement, Mom,

I hear the policeman say,

"The other guy is drunk," Mom,

And now I'm the one who will pay.



I'm lying here dying, Mom....

I wish you'd get here soon.

How could this happen to me, Mom?

My life just burst like a balloon.



There is blood all around me, Mom,

And most of it is mine.

I hear the medic say, Mom,

I'll die in a short time.



I just wanted to tell you, Mom,

I swear I didn't drink.

It was the others, Mom.

The others didn't think.



He was probably at the same party as I.

The only difference is, he drank

And I will die.



Why do people drink, Mom?

It can ruin your whole life.

I'm feeling sharp pains now.

Pains just like a knife.



The guy who hit me is walking, Mom,

And I don't think it's fair.

I'm lying here dying

And all he can do is stare.



Tell my brother not to cry, Mom.

Tell Daddy to be brave.

And when I go to heaven, Mom,

Put "GOOD BOY" on my grave.



Someone should have told him, Mom,

Not to drink and drive.

If only they had told him, Mom,

I would still be alive.



My breath is getting shorter, Mom.

I'm becoming very scared.

Please don't cry for me, Mom.

When I needed you, you were always there.



I have one last question, Mom.

Before I say good bye.

I didn't drink and drive,

So why am I the one to die?

"REDEFINITION"............ by me

Once "blind" meant "having no eyes",


Now time demands a redefinition

For now those with eyes have become sightless

They see without seeing, the tears that go untouched





Once "Deaf" meant "having no ears"

Now time demands a redefinition

For today those with ears cant hear

The agonized pleas, the sorrowed cries



Once "Dumb" was "one who could not speak"

Now time demands a redefinition

For those with tongues keep shut their mouths

When the innocents plead for justice



Once "Mad" meant to "Lack senses"

Now time demands a redefinition

For those honouring their brains have turned lunatic

They destroy without caring, they cause pain without guilt



Yes! Time has changed it all

The purity of conscience has defiled

The intensity of emotions has burnt out

In the race for world,title and money

Man has become a stranger to himself



Yes! In his veil of illusion of normalcy

Man deludes in false assurances

his "Supremacy" has been erased by brutality

he now lives as the worst animal



Caught in a disease, unknown

he gradually proceeds towards destruction



But! In this long changed world

The sun still rises and illuminates the dark

Yet! a bud blooms to flower

Unaware of the gloom,the birds still sing

The cool breeze blows to refreshen!



.....And yet! In the souls of many

......Hope still lives...

Nature unto Nature’s God

Do not be blind to the marvels of Nature,


One draught of Nature’s elixir is better than a dozen doses of any other drink.

Incomparable is the joy that man finds in his world of a thousand wonders

When he lives in communion with Nature.

From Nature unto Nature’s God is the next clear step."

Desert sun

Just yesterday, it seems


the fields were full of grain



Just yesterday, the water

came from heaven

and the earth was not athirsty



But yesterday is five years gone

and today is nought but rubble

a wilderness of earth

bakedbrown by the relentess desert sun.

The forest tree grows always

"Plant the mango, plant the tamarind and the plantain:

Clusters of fruit will weigh their boughs.

Plant ten kachner trees for flowers.

In a garden set the tulsi.



Water them unweariedly, but they will always wither.

But the trees in the forest which depend on god alone,

Never wither and die.

The forest tree grows always."

Inspire

Only by sharing our deeper thoughts


and feelings do we communicate

to, and inspire in others, a love

And respect for the earth."

Quran 24:35

"God is the light of the heaven and the earth;


the likeness of his Light is as a niche

wherein is a lamp kindled from a blessed tree,

An olive that is neither of the east nor the west,

Whose well nigh would shine even if no fire touched it;

Light upon Light."

My motherland

"Search where you may,


You will not find a land

As beautiful as this,

She is the queen of all lands,

This land of my birth,

My motherland."

Resources are scarce

"The world is finite, resources are scarce,


Things are bad and will be worse,

Coal is burned and gas exploded,

Forests out and soil eroded,

Wells are dry and air polluted,

Dust is blowing, trees are uprooted,

Oil is going, ores depleted,

Drains receive what is excreted,

Land is sinking, seas are rising,

Man is far too enterprising,

Fires will rage with man to fan it,

Soon we will have a plundered planet."

The Future

What does the future hold for us?
Smog filled skies and poison cars,

And broken land with useless dust

And nature’s beauty behind bars.



Can I ever show my children,

(If they ever come my way)

The beauty of a sunset

At the ending of the day?



Can I walk into a forest,

And surround myself with trees,

Yet know that it will remain,

For me to visit as I please.



I know that I can today

Do all the things I’ve said,

But when today is yesterday,

Will all these things be dead?



This problem is enormous

As we gradually take heed,

So we must fix it quickly,

Using words and thoughts and deeds."

grow

"The leaky tap drips day and night




Just fix it right or shut it tight,

It seems the earth with water abounds

But thinks its every drop that really counts.



The tap is on you brush your teeth

The water flows, you soap your feet

Just think of all the water lost

To close the tap, what does it cost?

The water bottle you take to school

The water in it is nice and cool

You drink a bit, the rest you throw,

The water could help a plant grow."





From CEE - The Green Teacher

Today is the Time to say....

U asked me that day…




”tell me your feelings”



and



I



Just



smiled



U asked again



and



I



Went



into



deep thought



…yeah…



I could read many more questions



in your eyes…



but



I have only one answer…..dear

…



…



“I am complete with U……”



…………………..……….

Before I Was A Mom (For Mother's Day, May 9th)

Before I was a Mom,


I never worried about how late I go to bed and slept all night.

I cleaned my house each day.

I didn't worry whether or not my plants were poisonous.

I never thought about immunizations.

I had complete control of my mind and thoughts.



Before I was a Mom,

I never stay late hours at night watching a baby sleep.

I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn't want to put it down.

I never knew that something so small could affect my life.

I never knew that I could love someone so much.

I never knew I would love being a Mom.



Before I was a Mom,

I didn't know the feeling of having my heart outside my body.

I didn't know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby.

I didn't know that bond between a Mother and her child.

I didn't know that such small thing could make me feel so important.

I had never been up in the middle of the night to make sure the baby was okay.



Before I was a Mom,

I had never thought of . . .

the warmth

the joy

the love

the heartache

the worries

the responsibilities

the pleasure

and happiness of being a Mom.

“Am I the perfect pair for you?”

I realized your love for me on that day only


If, I were in your shoes, for sure,

I would have screamed a lot.



The way you prepared yourself, the way

you started, the words you used, your

body language, your dilemma about my

reaction and your doubt whether I will speak



You made me understand the power of love,

the manner to behave with our beloved one.

I realized that day how important, I am to you

And how much I mean to you and your life



There is no second thought on your affection

And I am very happy to be the luckiest girl

But, then too, I have a question for you, dear

Am I the perfect pair for you?”

Life is a gift

Today, before you say an unkind word,


Think of someone who can't speak.

Before you complain about the taste of your food,

Think of someone who has nothing to eat.

Before you complain about your husband or wife,

Think of someone who's crying out to GOD for a companion.

Today, before you complain about life,

Think of someone who died too early on this earth.

Before you complain about your children,

Think of someone who desires children but they're barren.

Before you argue about your dirty house someone didn't clean or sweep,

Think of the people who are living in the streets.

Before whining about the distance you drive,

Think of someone who walks the same distance with their feet.

And when you are tired and complain about your job,

Think of the unemployed, the disabled, and those who wish they had your job.

But before you think of pointing the finger or condemning another,

Remember that not one of us is without sin.

And when depressing thoughts seem to get you down,

Put a smile on your face and think: you're alive and still around.

Little Boy story

On the last day before Christmas, I hurried to go to the supermarket to buy the remaining of the gift I didn't manage to buy earlier.When I saw all the people there, I started to complain tomyself,"It is going to take forever here and I still have so many other places to go.Christmas really is getting more and more annoying every year.How I wish I could just lie down, go to sleep and only wake up after it..."Nonetheless, I made my way to the toy section, and there I started to curse the prices, wondering if after all kids really playwith such expensive toys.While looking in the toy section, I noticed a small boy of about 5 years old, pressing a doll against his chest. He kept on touching the hair of the doll and looked so sad. I wondered who was this doll for. Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him, "Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?"The old lady replied, "You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear."Then she asked him to stay here for 5 minutes while she went to look around. She left quickly. The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.Finally, I started to walk toward him and I asked him who did he want to give this doll to."It is the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for this Christmas. She was so sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her."I replied to him that may be Santa Claus will bring it to her, after all, and not to worry.But he replied to me sadly. "No, Santa Claus can not bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mother so that she can give it to her when she goes there."His eyes were so sad while saying this. "My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mummy will also go to see God very soon, so I thought that she could bring the doll with her to give it to my sister."My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said, "I told daddy to tell mummy not to go yet. I asked him to wait until I come back from the supermarket." Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me, "I also want mummy to take this photo with her so that she will not forget me." I love my mummy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me but daddy says that she has to go to be withmy little sister."Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.I quickly reached for my wallet and took a few notes and said to the boy, "What if we checked again, just in case if you have enough money?""Ok," he said. "I hope that I have enough."I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll, and even some spare money.The little boy said, "Thank you God for giving me enough money."Then he looked at me and added, "I asked yesterday before I slept for God to make sure I have enough money to buy this doll so that mummy can give it to my sister. He heard me." "I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mummy, but I didn't dare to ask God too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and the white rose.""You know, my mummy loves white rose."A few minutes later, the old lady came again and I left with my trolley. I finished my shopping in a totallydifferent state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.Then I remembered a local newspaper article 2 days ago, which mentioned of a drunk man in a truck who hit a car where there was one young lady and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-assisting machine, because the young lady would not be able to get out of the coma.Was this the family of the little boy? Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young lady had passed away.I couldn't stop myself and went to buy a bunch of white roses and I went to the mortuary where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wish before burial.She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rosein her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.I left the place crying, feeling that my life had been changed forever. The love that this little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to that day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk man had taken all this away from him.

As I love you for you.

Love is the greatest gift of life,
Love is the greatest bond,
Between a husband and wife.
Love is unbelievable,
Love is humble,
Love is a golden gamble,
Love is life's symbol.
Love is mysterious,
Love is hilarious,
Its power enormous.
Love is the greatest trial of life,
While taking life's test drive,
Love is the single element,
In any moment to hold on to survive.
Love is smile,
Love is a mother's strength,
Love is a father's pride,
Love is a friend's support,
Love is united kindness,
Love is compassion,
Love is affection.
Love is the greatest joy of life,
Give love, do not deprive,
Without it, we shall not strive on!
Love is for friends,
Love is for family,
Love is for lovers,
Love is for all.
Love me for me,
As I love you for you.

Hitler's body guard

One of Hitler's body guards, Kurt Wagner, was on his way to a bridge to commit suicide. His god (Hitler) was gone, his home had been destroyed, his city was in shambles. He was seen by a friend, not knowing what was on Kurt's mind, who invited him to go to the YMCA for a doughnut and cup of coffee. Kurt did, and there he found a copy of God's Simple Plan of Salvation on the arm of an upholstered chair in the lounge.

First, he read it with disdain, knowing it came from the USA. Then, he read it with some interest. Then, he read it many times, and fell under deep conviction. He held it up and called out: "Is there anyone here who can help me understand this tract?" A Methodist minister was in the YMCA and heard his plea. He took the tract and led Kurt to the Lord.

Kurt went to Bible school and seminary. He became the pastor of two Methodist churches in the suburbs of Frankfurt. He built a four story building to take wayward young men off the streets and to reach them for the Lord.

My father went to visit Kurt in 1956. They were thrilled to pray together and rejoice in the things of the Lord. In 1960, a family in our church contacted Kurt to visit their 18-year-old soldier boy stationed in Frankfurt and who was out of fellowship with the Lord. This young man could hardly believe his eyes. He told Kurt: "All my life I have heard the name of Kurt Wagner, saved through reading the tract my pastor had written and now here you are in my presence trying to get me back to the Lord." It worked. This young man is now 55 and is serving the Lord in a church here in Indianapolis.

A real life story about angels

A missionary on furlough told this true story while visiting his home church in Michigan.

While serving at a small field hospital in Africa, every two weeks I traveled by bicycle through the jungle to a nearby city for supplies. This was a journey of two days and required camping overnight at the halfway point.

On one of these journeys, I arrived in the city where I planned to collect money from a bank, purchase medicine and supplies, and then begin my two-day journey back to the field hospital.

Upon arrival in the city, I observed two men fighting, one of whom had been seriously injured. I treated him for his injuries and at the same time witnessed to him of the Lord Jesus Christ. I then traveled two days, camping overnight, and arrived home without incident.

Two weeks later I repeated my journey. Upon arriving in the city, I was approached by the young man I had treated. He told me that he had known I carried money and medicines. He said, "Some friends and I followed you into the jungle, knowing you would camp overnight. We planned to kill you and take your money and drugs. But just as we were about to move into your camp, we saw that you were surrounded by 26 armed guards."

At this I laughed and said that I was certainly all alone out in that jungle campsite. The young man pressed the point, however, and said, "No sir, I was not the only person to see the guards. My five friends also saw them, and we all counted them. It was because of those guards that we were afraid and left you alone."

At this point in the sermon, one of the men in the congregation jumped to his feet and interrupted the missionary and asked if he could tell him the exact day that this happened.

The missionary told the congregation the date and the man who interrupted told him this story: "On the night of your incident in Africa, it was morning here and I was preparing to go and play golf. I was about to putt when I felt the urge to pray for you. In fact, the urging of the Lord was so strong I called men in this church to meet with me here in the sanctuary to pray for you. Would all of those men who met with me on that day stand up?"

The men who had met together that day stood up. The missionary wasn't concerned with who they were--he was too busy counting how many men he saw. There were 26.

My daughter was brutally murdered

In 1977, my eldest child - a daughter of eighteen, was brutally murdered by her husband (suspected--but never proven), and I was devistated. He had gotten her into the drug scene and later into prostitution. As a christian I had been praying for God to intervene, and when she was killed I blamed God and was angry at Him, feeling He could have prevented this--but didn't. For years I was plagued with all the question--why-why did this happen, why didn't God answer my prayers, why wasn't there justice. I prayed and prayed but could not find any peace. I began drinking and became an alcoholic and my husband who at the time was in the ministry, could not help me. One day God began dealing with me on His "unconditional love" and opened up my understanding as to its meaning. Not only this, but also His unconditional forgiveness. St. Luke 6:37 says "Judge not, and ye shall not be judged: condemn not, and ye shall not be condemed: forgive, and ye shall be forgiven:" I was able to turn all my anger, fear and resentments over to God at that point and the sweetest peace swept over me. I still have sadness when I remember all this, yet God is always present and I am able to let go. His love is sufficient. Thanks for letting me share.

A Testimony To The Love Of Jesus Christ

A Testimony To The Love Of Jesus Christ


My name is Rab Allan and I live in Kirriemuir, Scotland. I’m 28 years old, married with two sons, David, Robbie, and a daughter Talitha Rebekah. My wife Freda and I have been Christians since 1994. I became a Christian whilst in prison, after a life of violence, drug taking and abuse. I was brought up the youngest of a family of ten; six boys and four girls. Violence and drunkenness had always been a part of family life, with my father being an alcoholic, and my brothers following closely on his heels. Physical and mental abuse was rife in the family from my father, especially after a drinking bout, which was every day and night. I often saw my mother being beat up by my father, which just helped to fuel my anger and hatred towards him. Quite often I would beg my mother to divorce him, but to this day she never has. I can’t ever remember playing a game with my father like any other kid. I started in a life of crime as young as 12, with shoplifting and stealing cars. I was in a gang in my teens called the "Elm Street Grave Diggers", always fighting other gangs with anything that came to hand. I was eventually put on probation. It was during this time that I looked at my mother, and saw the worry that I was giving her, so I decided that I would never bring the police to her door again. My mother being of strong character never drank, or turned to drugs. After my commitment to stop the trouble, I became involved heavily with youth work, and became a figure within the community for fighting for the youth. As a member of one group we fought for a youth centre (which we got) to take the youth off the street. At the age of 17 I went to Africa on an expedition, to help build bridges and teach. On my return, I started again in the youth work, and worked with organisations such as The Princes Trust, Duke of Edinburgh and some others. My career in youth work seemed eminent. At 23 I was going steady with Freda, and we both started working at the youth centre which we had fought for, on a part time basis. After a short time, I was accused of theft and sacked. Knowing that these allegations were wrong, and being sacked from something that I loved doing, filled me with anger and complete bitterness. I then went into a vicious circle of drugs, crime, sex and violence, thinking that this is what life was all about. I became involved with some people who soon looked upon me as a leading figure, because of my ability to organise. Soon I was planning robberies and drug deals, and went deeper and deeper into despair. I tried to keep my hard man image up, and violence became a part of my life. Everything that I ever hated, I became. I was arrested and put on remand in prison for eight months, acquitted and within two months I was back in doing five years for assault with fire arms. After six months at Barlinnie, I was moved to Shotts, but whilst I was at Barlinnie, a minister appeared one day at my cell, and told me that a friend of mine said that I had an interest in the Bible, and asked if I would like to go to a Bible discussion. I impolitely told him no, until he mentioned tea and chocolate biscuits. This being unheard of in Barlinnie, I decided that maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea after all. When I was at the Bible discussions, I would sometimes try to put the minister down with silly comments about God, but one day I asked if I could have one of the Bibles and a booklet called "Ultimate Questions" by John Blanchard, which I was given. I tried many times to read them, but just could not understand what it was all about. So my life continued with drugs. Taking drugs for a high, and selling or swapping them for extra luxuries. After my transfer to Shotts, I thought that I would make a name for myself, and had threatened one of the officers that he was going to lose an eye. Such was the madness and insanity that I was living in, that I had no feelings for anyone, neither my family, friends nor myself for that matter. People to me were worth less than items. I had lost all respect for anyone or anything. My reputation had to be sustained at all costs. I thank God that He got to me before I got to that officer or anyone else. I was in my cell alone one evening after lock up. It was summer nights, so I had the light off, had put on some music, taken a trip (acid tablet) and waited for the trip to take effect. I never did get that trip. Instead, what I got was Jesus Christ. I heard a voice like a thought saying "turn on the light," but I refused to turn it on, preferring the darkness that I so much enjoyed. Several times I heard this thought, and eventually I turned on the light, not knowing that the light that the voice was speaking of was the light of Christ. I found myself on the floor amongst all the dirt, with the Bible and booklet that I had been given at Barlinnie. I read the booklet about five times, and didn’t know what it meant. Finally I was ready to give up when I noticed a small passage at the bottom of the page of "Ultimate Questions" which said that if I didn’t understand what the message was, to ask God to show me. So I decided to try, and I asked God to show me the meaning. I then read the booklet again, asking questions out loud, and I started getting answers. The Bible became alive, and Jesus revealed Himself to me in that lonely dark prison cell. I couldn’t comprehend how simple it was to be saved from hell. I asked Jesus to forgive me and come into my life, which He did. My whole cell glowed, and I also glowed. My experience of Jesus was similar to that of the Apostle Paul on the Damascus road. This took place over a period of about ten hours between Saturday and Sunday. On the Sunday morning, I requested for the first time in my life to go to church. When I got there, the minister was telling the story of the prodigal son returning to the father. That evening I returned to my Father. The road I was on led to death and destruction, and I was responsible for it. The road that I’m on now is the only way to Heaven and Eternal life. That Way is Jesus Christ. (John 14:6) You see He gave His life for you on a cross, to take the punishment of death that you rightly deserved. He was thrown in prison, tortured, spat on, mocked, whipped and crucified all for being innocent. Jesus was the Perfect Sacrifice. He was without sin, but took our sin upon Himself, but it doesn’t end there at the cross. After three days He rose again, showing that His death satisfied the penalty for our sins. Jesus is Alive. Don’t take my word for it. Take your own. Being a Christian isn’t an easy ride, but a more often a rough one, but we are given the peace and ability to endure the hard times when they come. I received Freedom whilst in prison, but you don’t need to be in a jail to be a prisoner. "If you confess with your mouth, "Jesus is Lord," and believe in your heart that God raised Him from the dead, you WILL be saved." Romans 10:9 Maybe you can relate to this story. Maybe you too have been through the same abuse. Maybe you have been involved in crime, and were afraid to back out. It’s easy to put on a hard man image, but it’s hard to admit when you’re wrong. Maybe you're sick of being what everyone expects you to be. Well, God wants you as you are, and will accept you as you are.
If you were to die this evening, would you know where you are going? Do you want to know that you are going to Heaven? All who want to go to Heaven "must be Born Again." There is only one way to heaven. Jesus said "I am the Way, the Truth and the life, no man comes to the Father but by me." (John 14:2,6). Do you know the One who died on the cross for you? Jesus said "except a man be Born Again he cannot see the kingdom of God." (John3:3) What does He mean? He means a spiritual birth where a person confesses his sins to Jesus Christ and accepts Him as Saviour. I am not talking about religion. What I am talking about is a real and living relationship with a real, living and loving God. This is the Gospel. You don’t need fancy words to talk to God. After all, He knows more about you than you do. You could say this simple prayer with all your heart:

Lord Jesus Christ, I believe that you died for me. I acknowledge that I am a sinner and I can’t save myself. Please save me and forgive my sins. Lord take control of my life. Amen.

If you prayed this prayer with your heart, you are now a child of God. The Bible says "Let us not give up meeting together." Hebrews 10:25 therefore you should now tell someone of your commitment.

If you would like to know more about becoming a Christian, or, if you have recently become a Christian, and need someone to talk to, then you can contact me on: (01575) 575 943 Or you can E-mail me at: SoloCom@aol.com