Natural Course…

All rivers, even the most dazzling, those that catch the sun in their course, all rivers go down to the ocean and drown. And life awaits man as the sea awaits the river.

CAREFREEE!!!

When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind.

RESURRECTION

He will swallow up death in victory; and the Lord GOD will wipe away tears from off all faces; and the rebuke of his people shall he take away from off all the earth: for the LORD hath spoken it.
(Isaiah 25:8

PASSION WEEK – DAY 3

John 10:27-30 My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me: And I give unto them eternal life; and they shall never perish, neither shall any man pluck them out of my hand. My Father, which gave them me, is greater than all; and no man is able to pluck them out of my Father’s hand. I and my Father are one.

PASSION WEEK – DAY 2

“You know that the rulers in this world lord it over their people, and officials flaunt their authority over those under them. But among you it will be different. Whoever wants to be a leader among you must be your servant, and whoever wants to be first among you must be the slave of everyone else. For even the Son of Man came not to be served but to serve others and to give his life as a ransom for many.” (Mark 10:42-45)

PASSION WEEK DAY 2

What had I been…

What had I been doing…

All these years…

Just sinked into the routine chores

Of a typical home maker

Though I was never demanded to put down my skills

Nor get tucked up as a simple home bound kady

My hubby always appreciated my talents &

Motivated me to express myself…

But then why?

I myself tried to shrink into my small world

Yes, thats the best… but

Alongside i could always find an outlet

For my creativity which was always supported

Still I opted to recoil

Now what triggered a rethinking??

Here I’ve got a platform 

To express myself 

With all my privacy

Once I’m back to it

I feel my writing has become so naive

Long years of abstinence 

Has taken off the gleam

Still its amusing

And I would celebrate this come-back

Jesus, My Lord!!

We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence. See how nature – trees, flowers, grass- grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence… We need silence to be able to touch souls.
Mother Teresa

Silence, Prayer, Fasting – Let all these together lead us to the understanding of the Almighty during this Holy Week!! 

Many a times, I have come down in prayers, may b inability to concentrate, laziness, routine chores, – anyway have to agree that i do skip prayers in bw… but each moment I remember u.. whatever I do, wherever I go… that prayer “Jesus Be with me & my loved ones” is always there in my lips… Pl Jesus, forgive my not spending time to sit & pray… I’m sure its not coz of lack of time & no excuses Jesus…  I am sorry & I wish 2 correct myself. 

MUSIC UNIQUE TO…

I know why the caged bird sings!!

The free bird leaps
on the back of the win
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and                                                                                                                    his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and is tune is heard
on the distant hill                                                                                                                             for the caged bird
sings of freedom

The free bird thinks of another breeze
an the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing

The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.

—- A beautiful poem by Maya!! such a wonderful perception… but what i feel is that prolonged caging makes the bird itself adapted to caged life & even when released it would not have the confidence to fly far away, ‘coz may b it feels that though the cage prevented its freedom, it offered a protection, a sense of security & once released into the bewildering openness, it may find itself in an insecure situation, & may be it wont find it easy to get along with the stray birds!!!