About knitting memories inthe tapestry of lives,this poem tells of granny who lived through ww II but whose spirit remained unconquered till the end and who left me a number of things each of which rekindles a treasured moment
Help our kids develop their talents,smoothly change their gears.
Look to your lordand let hisheaven manifest faster.
To explode into action, fill the void and be merry in any weather.
I'll help you instead of reeling from the light.
The call of birds weave their bright magic upon our soul, the city couldnt mend us but now out here we're whole.
The farm has an old worldand rustic charm, a certain serenity about the place.
There's gaps in the attention we get from parents when we grow up and there is intellectual chasms and bridges to cross.
Seemingly disjointed, but a record of ideas from my cousin, woven into thoughts
I keep planting seeds of brotherly caring,but it falls on deaf ears,dont they cry at another's grieif, one that's so painful.
When losing a parent, we hit a new low and our feelings get all jammed up. How will this raw grief bring about a catharsis for us?
it will stop us all from just going through the motions Instead grind us all until we've made our kid's life into bliss
I've searched for a woman to love till eternity,now tim to discover what is serenity.
I wish more of ou friendswould grassp the essence of life,learning to live it most merrily.
Pandu - I often think of this noble soul who orchestratd the highs of many a person and team.
last year i prayed that you be strong and resilient with no quit in you unbreakable like adamantine.
Run on Empty folks, the time is near, when all we need are the unfettered mind and a fierce valiant spirit.
He'd a special work that to the lord would redoundthe timeless work of the GITA,UNITING HIS ONLY MISSION.
Imploring us to fashion things with our own hands and be filled with passion - for that is when spirit arises in matter.
Then came Rappo who, with concern gave us a leg up Provided our basics so I could learn without hiccup.
Dont worry dear parents, all things are covered in the grand circle of life.
Have faiththe game is not overyetand beg that deep within-your heart courageously holds sway.
Remember our time is short,so spend it well,let our children dance in the light,weave a spell.
When losing a parent, we hit a new low and our feelings get all jammed up. How will this raw grief bring about a catharsis for us?
I worry about you sometimes ,hope i can be therein some small way,while you do your best to be well.
Like the masters say - we should FREE ourselves from all LIMITATIONS and SOAR ON HIGH in SERVICE to the DIVINE.
When losing a parent, we hit a new low and our feelings get all jammed up. How will this raw grief bring about a catharsis for us?
If life is a test, we need to up the ante and SOMEHOW learn to lead a FULL LIFE, letting the past go and fighting to get into gear.
A painful reminder as to how many lives we are losing in this pandemic and how we feel each death so poignantly. Ends with a word of comfort to those in the line of fire.
For a dear friend upong the loss of his uncle... Triggered a powerful emotion and thought for all the people we love and the longing to be reunited with them.
For an aunt who has few rivals when it comes to devotion and poise. And how I want her to inspire my students to live in God's Peace and Love.
About a friend whose stood by me "we barely know how to cry... And wash away the nightmares in our dark past... Has the time come to grow in the light at last"
For a newly met friend while contemplating on the divine and what life has in store for those who serve.
Using the Imperative - "Hey You", this poem addresses humanity from the viewpoint of 5 different spiritual figures.
With an aside to the sorrow and grief I've seen, I finally advise the dedicated to "Know that in the end you'll find the way back to God - Upbraid him for neglecting you"
Embodying a future spirit, this poem speaks of desirable qualities, offering hope that "just when your faith is flagging, an angel appearing... Out of nowhere will give you a boost and you the pinnacle will surmount"
Written for my French Teacher, 25 years after she began to teach us in school, this poem soon to be translated to English
Written with a friend as reminder for him / all of us to be kinder to ourselves as we celebrate our children's lives.