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Good morning world!

I embrace you with joy today

I look forward  to this day

With smile and longing

Just being happy –

Watch me now!

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She sees things that only her heart

can understand –

the fragile glass holding a blue candle

the beauty of a flower

the  clock that tics slowly in her ears.

She dreams.

She counts the minutes.

Does she know

that he is not coming back?

Does she know

that she would no longer hear his footsteps?

Does she know

that he left for good?

And yet –

She waits.

Patiently

While she  watch  the candle flicker in the wind.

 

 

 

 

 

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Life –

Is wonderful when you are happy

But it pains you sometimes when you are sad

Life’s surprises don’t always come in dainty packages

Of pink ribbons and lovely boxes

Life’s surprises come sometimes in inopportune moments

Catching you unaware

You smile with a certain sadness in your eyes

You greet the day

Dragging your steps along the way

I’m here to listen

When the time comes that you want to share

I’ll be here to make you smile again

and make you believe that life is worthwhile.

Happiness lies in your heart my friend.

And it’s really wonderful to be alive.

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He stopped for a while

Hesitant to enter the door

He scanned the faces of the people inside

A slow smile hovering on his lips

This is it, he said.

Will I belong? he asked.

He was met by smiles

A round of applause

A pat on the shoulder

A hug for a greeting.

A warm embrace.

Welcome, they said

This is my family

My AFCC family, he thought.

He belonged, after all!

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A week ago, a photographer friend introduced me to another contemporary poet and writer when he read my blogs on Mary Oliver.  I’m hooked reading quotes that I found  on the net.  Naomi Shihab Nye was born to a Palestinian father and an American mother.

Let me quote some of her poems that really touched me:

“Kindness

Before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth.
What you held in your hand,
what you counted and carefully saved,
all this must go so you know
how desolate the landscape can be
between the regions of kindness.
How you ride and ride
thinking the bus will never stop,
the passengers eating maize and chicken
will stare out the window forever.

Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness,
you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho
lies dead by the side of the road.
You must see how this could be you,
how he too was someone
who journeyed through the night with plans
and the simple breath that kept him alive.

Before you know kindness as the deepest thing
inside,
you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.
You must wake up with sorrow.
You must speak to it till your voice
catches the thread of all sorrows
and you see the size of the cloth.

Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore,
only kindness that ties your shoes
and sends you out into the day to mail letters and
purchase bread,
only kindness that raises its head
from the crowd of the world to say
It is I  you have been looking for,
and then goes with you everywhere
like a shadow or a friend.

And here’s her thought on reading:

“I love the solitude of reading. I love the deep dive into someone else’s story, the delicious ache of a last page.”

I really could relate to her because  when I  read, I am transported to  another world –  a world of fantasy or make-belief, a world of triumph or defeat, a world of happiness or loneliness but despite all these, I am mesmerized, feeling as if I were there in one particular place, feeling as if the pain and hurts are my  own and the triumphs are a joyous celebration of life.

And here’s another line  I like:

“It is really hard to be lonely very long in a world of words. Even if you don’t have friends somewhere, you still have language, and it will find you and wrap its little syllables around you and suddenly there will be a story to live in. ”  

I agree.

Words.

Meanings.

A jumble of lovely thoughts that fills one’s  mind and feeds one’s  soul. Again I wish I could find some of her book of poems, one I could read again and again, one I could be friends with when I feel alone.

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You feel you’ve triumphed

Seeing your opponent cry

But did you ever see

The hurt look in her eyes?

You feel you have scored

Making life like it was a game

But did you ever think

That in an argument,

Nobody wins?

She hurls hurting words at you

And you do the same

But did you ever see

That she was trying to let you know

“I take that all back

Because I don’t want to hurt you.”

And behind those shouts of anger and pain

You long to see her smile again.

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I caught a glimpse of you

from some recess of memory

When I woke up, I knew

It was a dream

Still.

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Why not?

One day at a time

Why not?

An hour to just greet the day

Why not?

A few minutes spent to appreciate

the morning  stillness.

Why not?

Enough seconds to say

I am well

And I am happy

Why not?

Show the world that you can smile

despite the tears

Why not?

Show everyone that you can be brave

despite the fears

Why not –

A few moments of happiness

An hour of bliss

Life could be real good

If we can only appreciate it.

THANK YOU LORD for this hour, this minute

I feel so blessed today.

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I greet the new day with a smile and a prayer

A hope for good things to come

A loving remembrance of the past

A new lift of the heart.

Hello

I welcome with fondness the new dawn stirring

A new day unfolding…

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The song remains unsung

until you come to my life again!

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