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.