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The Age of Rude ?

She stared through my face as if she never saw me –  stunned, I waited. Maybe there was a mistake. Maybe I was expecting too much, but the woman wouldn’t look at me, wouldn’t acknowledge my presence. It was as if I did not exist.

The next day we met again, this time in an auditorium. She talked to everyone else, but not even a nodding good-morning hint at me, as if I weren’t there.  These were new family friends, not even distant relatives, no histories exchanged. No I hadn’t stolen her best dress at school, no I wasn’t an artist rival, nothing. She was a mom like me, a citizen of this same earth, but she wouldn’t look at me.

Its possible she was just tired, or thought I had nothing of use to say to her, or be. Is possible she was having a bad day, is possible she was ill, is possible she didn’t like my face, or hairstyle, or work.

But the question followed me all day and night, it stood there between my mirror and me the next morning, it sat in my toothpaste and hair brush, my shoes and sandwich.

I asked my family if I was unlikable, I asked the dishes and newspapers, asked my morning tea and sadding– heart. Yeah Sadding. Like Madding Crowd. 

This morning, I looked at images from 2016, and most of them were images of loneliness. Someone somewhere was either hurtful or being hurt. Where are the dancers and restaurateurs ? The movers and shakers are all earthquake or badder news. You must pardon my grammer, its the way I feel today.

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What makes a nation Rude  ?
Why is there hate enough to birth students of Hate ? I do not know, but look at the pictures. There’s a few left, waiting for Hope

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I’m ashamed to even complain of small insults …. …

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What made something as beautiful as a human heart, such a refugee

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We spare no one, nothing, to bless our own business

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Are we prepared ? Sure, this isn’t about Christmas trees. Should it ?

It’s a ‘ madding crowd ‘  like T/ Harding said. 🙂 We ache for Laughter. We are thirsty for real food, we hurt for naked joys – we are beggars of joy, peace. Sellers of smiles, agents of change like never before. We do not mean to be Rude. We just dont know any other way to get through the day.  There are ravines between us. Misunderstanding. Gossip. Evil schedules, agenda. we murder with sweet tongues. ss-161216-yip-43_b9bc04da4ce709297b898c6d66a0781c-nbcnews-ux-1024-900

These are the days we should cherish though. Colours have never been this beautiful. Movies, music, books, people, speeches – they are all pretty moving.

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We as a human race are more sensitive than ever before, more shaken, more privileged, more torn, more wise, more expressive, more cunning, shrewd, street smart, savvy, we are sharper, richer, faster, we are at our most beautiful, yes we are….

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Gift me a Smile, that I may give another today. I seem to have run out of Apps.

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Image of You

I am a portrait 

in Your image,

a photograph,

growing, edge-less,

how could I be a picture of  You ?

 

Deep within, its true, I know

I am a breathing testament

of You..

dear God,

what a reminder …

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Dear God, when You said nothing…

( Inspired by Moments at prayer)  

 

 

 

I sat in the benches yesterday

they were praying,

You said nothing,

neither did I,

till all went quiet, no one spoke, nor uttered a

word;

in the silence of that, Something stirred,

walked,

then sat beside me,

dear God,

what was It ?

Like sunshine spilling deep within and

out my ears ; like a healing cleansing revealing

redeeming fire, a strength in my weakness

a stream in my desert, a Light in the dark.

I did not open my eyes, shut them tight : what if I

saw You sitting there beside me… why didn’t I ?

As I write this, everything stirs,

dearest God, like leaves of trees planted by streams

of Living Water, like plants standing tall in earth’s Deserts ,

like a harvest of unspoken words, in all our disbelief…

When You say nothing at all, You are near,

so very near,

I open my eyes and see You

open my Blinds,

touching my fears.

When You say nothing at all,

You are near,

so near..

….

 

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‘Open the Eyes of my Heart’

Uploaded on Oct 20, 2011 

MUSIC STARTS AT 3’00..

10 YEAR OLD Christopher Duffley is an amazing kid with an AMAZING God! Born premature, blind, and autistic, Christopher was adopted by his parents before they realized God has gifted this young fellow with the gift of music!

This recording is from the 2011 “New Hampshire Night of Worship” celebration
Christopher’s website at:http://duffley.com/christopherduffley…

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This One Thing

This one thing, I seek,

dear God, stretch me,

reach me, over bars, bend

my mind, my body and soul

beyond our limits,

our paradoxes and little rods,

fall me into your sky,

hold me above indifference,

dearest dearest, esp. that villian unbendable-

Indifference.

Indifference.

courtesyArtPics – Photography

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Kingdom of the Child

Go on, get out, play,

get the feet off ground, hold tight

let go, kiss the sky, feel the wind rise

play like a child, then start your day.

Some call it Prayers, He said

with such a twinkle in His eye. And I may have thought God

did not know me anymore,

but I don’t think so

not any more.

He knows I need to

pray like a child

( our little girl who teaches us to ride against odds)

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NOTHING is a miracle ?

 

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That moment when you saw your first memorable dawn, or the twilight was unforgettable –

when you saw admiration in a child’s eyes. and they understood what was difficult,

when you touched loved, and felt forgiveness ; when relief came, even when there was no

evidence of healing;

when hunger was replaced by fulfillment and you were grateful for that plate of warm rice

and cool water, offered with respect..

if you have again, felt the wonder of a child and loved the look in your own eyes, after all

this time after all this time, then you have lived and loved and will love and live again,

and that is a Miracle.

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Letter to my daughter

Girl
what do you see in a land of a billion and
more,
we are not alone, and yet, as I write this
child,
am asking you will be more
than a Conqueror.
In this conflict ‘tween Love and Fear,
you will also know to never
be indifferent
you will (Oh God please hear),
you will, in all these things, recognise
Beauty in Ashes, and never be afraid
of Love
in your land of a billion
and more, my
daughter, and
yours…
…..

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I’ve loved You, India…

Ganga

(Photo credit: Pushkar V)

I’ve breathed You

everyday; years!

‘I Loved you..’

your startled Sky, blushed Suns

Fields of rye and scorn,

ganga arathi..

ganga arathi.. (Photo credit: arjunv)

or

Homes like mine:

mystery and magic, chaos and peace

marching thru’ my streets;

I’ve stared, leaned on your Sill

touched a Universe here,

one in a billion, I am among your

eons of Song, of Ganga stream and temples of

stone. History. Bells. Feet. Steps. Sands.Sacrifice

and wrong. I have loved You before, as a child that wore Your Skin

Your eyes, kohl and grace, a Race we both and all

Taj Mahal, Agra, India. Deutsch: Taj Mahal im ...

Taj Mahal, Agra, India. Deutsch: Taj Mahal im indischen Agra. Español: Vista del Taj Mahal, Agra, India. Français : Le Taj Mahal, à Âgrâ, en Inde. Русский: Мавзолей Тадж-Махал, Агра, Индия. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

must run –

thru’ Acres of Indian creed

Need. Our Pulse is myriad, but

One. I have loved You before; back then, when I spoke as a child

loved too, like one.

Now am grown, my eyes see differently. I must lean close, hold

closer – I weep easy, break, die, heal easier  ? I want to. Need to.

I’ve loved You before, but nothing like how I love You

now.

Bell

Bell (Photo credit: lokesh molakalmuru)

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Valley of Songs RN Oil

Valley of Songs RN Oil

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The Power of a Dream

To see the impossible

to work it thru with fingers

that once could not : in a

Universe, all mine

within

what a privilege

this ability :

mind craft

expansion

delivery

share

thank you

Creator

I am who I am

waiting within

dreaming, and yet

beginning to dare

Jah's rays

Jah’s rays (Photo credit: /\ \/\/ /\)

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