"The love of people is at the same time a love for God. For when we love one, we necessarily love one's handiwork".- Judah Low
This almost marks the end of another year. 2004 has been eventful, filled with many challenges, touching moments, loving times, and some moving heart-tendering episodes. I hate endings and goodbyes. Then again, I love new beginnings - on Christmas morn, I took up a challenge from a friend to have Love my agenda for 2005. Tall order, but I am a believer - and so - yes, Love will be the agenda for 2005 for this girl. A parting gift - "any decision and action taken based on Love can never go too wrong". So, I hope you too will have Love on your agenda for 2005! ~r
Tuesday, December 28, 2004
Wednesday, November 03, 2004
matter of the heart
It is a matter of the heart
after all
But we have spoken of it
so many times before
It has costs so much already
- must it cost more?
How much more must it take away
And who shall bear such cost
Seemingly only an act
- difficult to remember
difficult not to do
But perhaps only seemingly difficult
An act grown large
for the price which has had to be paid
So what ought I do now
Do I make silence my companion
For when a tree falls in the forests
and there are no ears to hear
there is no noise any way
Perhaps it is of little consequence
after all - it is only a matter of the heart.
~r
after all
But we have spoken of it
so many times before
It has costs so much already
- must it cost more?
How much more must it take away
And who shall bear such cost
Seemingly only an act
- difficult to remember
difficult not to do
But perhaps only seemingly difficult
An act grown large
for the price which has had to be paid
So what ought I do now
Do I make silence my companion
For when a tree falls in the forests
and there are no ears to hear
there is no noise any way
Perhaps it is of little consequence
after all - it is only a matter of the heart.
~r
Saturday, October 30, 2004
life
The book of life
beginswith pages
virginal and clean,
proclaiming innocence
yet strangely tempting
to the childish mind
behind the unformed handt
o make its presence felt
and leave a mark
to show where it has been
-and as we write upon the pages
each life unfolds as stories lived
and written by us all,
of drama,
mystery or
comedy
of heroes,
villains
and adventurers
some written with a carefree flourish
some neatly following the lines,
and others in a careless scrawl
-No matter if our book
is short or long,
or if it is remembered down the years,
we must expect
that even in the happiest of fairy tales,
there will always be some chapters
blank with boredom
-there will always be some pages
smudged with tears .....
~Nan Witcomb
beginswith pages
virginal and clean,
proclaiming innocence
yet strangely tempting
to the childish mind
behind the unformed handt
o make its presence felt
and leave a mark
to show where it has been
-and as we write upon the pages
each life unfolds as stories lived
and written by us all,
of drama,
mystery or
comedy
of heroes,
villains
and adventurers
some written with a carefree flourish
some neatly following the lines,
and others in a careless scrawl
-No matter if our book
is short or long,
or if it is remembered down the years,
we must expect
that even in the happiest of fairy tales,
there will always be some chapters
blank with boredom
-there will always be some pages
smudged with tears .....
~Nan Witcomb
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