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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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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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What is it

A blacksmith removing rust with sand prior to ...

A blacksmith removing rust with sand prior to welding (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

..what is it about early mornings

and late dusk, bud, falling leaf,

silver/ gold edges, and rust

shores and planes, even valley shade,

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about the rain, and dust

the heat the cold, steel and

spring flowers, like May and

June, summer monsoon, what is it

about everything…

everything

what is it..

English: Insects swarm around a lamp after a m...

English: Insects swarm around a lamp after a monsoon downpour, Don Khon island, southern Laos. June 2009. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

why am I constantly

looking at everything

can’t I just mind my own business

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