Quotations about Crying
The sorrow which has no vent in tears may make other organs weep. ~Henry Maudsley
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight. ~Kahlil Gibran
Let your tears come. Let them water your soul. ~Eileen Mayhew
Laughter and tears are both responses to frustration and exhaustion. I myself prefer to laugh, since there is less cleaning up to do afterward. ~Kurt Vonnegut
Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts. ~Charles Dickens, Great Expectations, 1860
The soul would have no rainbow had the eyes no tears. ~John Vance Cheney
Tearless grief bleeds inwardly. ~Christian Nevell Bovee
Time engraves our faces with all the tears we have not shed. ~Natalie Clifford Barney
Heavy hearts, like heavy clouds in the sky, are best relieved by the letting of a little water. ~Antoine Rivarol
A woman wears her tears like jewelry. ~Author Unknown
Tears of joy are like the summer rain drops pierced by sunbeams. ~Hosea Ballou
To weep is to make less the depth of grief. ~William Shakespeare, King Henry the Sixth
It is some relief to weep; grief is satisfied and carried off by tears. ~Ovid
Those who do not know how to weep with their whole heart don't know how to laugh either. ~Golda Meir
Tears are the safety valve of the heart when too much pressure is laid on it. ~Albert Smith
Tears are God’s gift to us. Our holy water. They heal us as they flow. ~Rita Schiano, Sweet Bitter Love, 1997, published by The Reed Edwards Company
Every woman is wrong until she cries, and then she is right - instantly. ~Sam Slick (Thomas Chandler Haliburton)
Women are never landlocked: they're always mere minutes away from the briny deep of tears. ~Mignon McLaughlin, The Second Neurotic's Notebook, 1966
Tears are Summer showers to the soul. ~Alfred Austin, Savonarola
Lips that taste of tears, they say,
Are the best for kissing.
~Dorothy Parker
Tears are the silent language of grief. ~Voltaire, A Philosophical Dictionary
Laughter through tears is my favorite emotion. ~Steel Magnolias
What soap is for the body, tears are for the soul. ~Jewish Proverb
I didn't want my picture taken because I was going to cry. I didn't know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of my throat and I'd cry for a week. I could feel the tears brimming and sloshing in me like water in a glass that is unsteady and too full. ~Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
The cure for anything is salt water - sweat, tears, or the sea. ~Isak Dinesen
Unless you have been very, very lucky, you have undoubtedly experienced events in your life that have made you cry. So unless you have been very, very lucky, you know that a good, long session of weeping can often make you feel better, even if your circumstances have not changed one bit. ~Lemony Snicket
More grievous than tears is the sight of them. ~Antonio Porchia, Voces, 1943, translated from Spanish by W.S. Merwin
I often want to cry. That is the only advantage women have over men - at least they can cry. ~Jean Rhys
It is such a secret place, the land of tears. ~Antoine de Saint-Exupery, The Little Prince
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Fireflies - A Poem By Rabindranath Tagore At Old Poety
My fancies are fireflies, —
Specks of living light
twinkling in the dark.
he voice of wayside pansies,
that do not attract the careless glance,
murmurs in these desultory lines.
In the drowsy dark caves of the mind
dreams build their nest with fragments
dropped from day's caravan.
Spring scatters the petals of flowers
that are not for the fruits of the future,
but for the moment's whim.
Joy freed from the bond of earth's slumber
rushes into numberless leaves,
and dances in the air for a day.
My words that are slight
my lightly dance upon time's waves
when my works havy with import have gone down.
Mind's underground moths
grow filmy wings
and take a farewell flight
in the sunset sky.
The butterfly counts not months but moments,
and has time enough.
My thoughts, like spark, ride on winged surprises,
carrying a single laughter.
The tree gazes in love at its own beautiful shadow
which yet it never can grasp.
Let my love, like sunlight, surround you
and yet give you illumined freedom.
Days are coloured vbubbles
that float upon the surface of fathomless night.
My offerings are too timid to claim your remembrance,
and therefore you may remember them.
Leave out my name from the gift
if it be a burden,
but keep my song.
April, like a child,
writes hieroglyphs on dust with flowers,
wipes them away and forgets.
Memory, the priestess,
kills the present
and offers its heart to the shrine of the dead past.
From the solemn gloom of the temple
children run out to sit in the dust,
God watches them play
and forgets the priest.
My mind starts up at some flash
on the flow of its thoughts
like a brook at a sudden liquid note of its own
that is never repeated.
In the mountain, stillness surges up
to explore its own height;
in the lake, movement stands still
to contemplate its own depth.
The departing night's one kiss
on the closed eyes of morning
glows in the star of dawn.
Maiden, thy beauty is like a fruit
which is yet to mature,
tense with an unyielding secret.
Sorrow that has lost its memory
is like the dumb dark hours
that have no bird songs
but only the cricket's chirp.
Bigotry tries to keep turth safe in its hand
with a grip that kills it.
Wishing to hearten a timid lamp
great night lights all her stars.
Though he holds in his arms the earth-bride,
the sky is ever immensely away.
God seeks comrades and claims love,
the Devil seeks slaves and claims obedience.
The soil in return for her service
keeps the tree tied to her,
the sky asks nothing and leaves it free.
Jewel-like immortal
does not boast of its length of years
but of the scintillating point of its moment.
The child ever dwells in the mystery of ageless time,
unobscured by the dust of history.
Alight laughter in the steps of creation
carries it swiftly across time.
One who was distant came near to me in the morning,
and still nearer when taken away by night.
White and pink oleanders meet
and make merry in different dialects.
When peace is active swepping its dirt, it is storm.
The lake lies low by the hill,
a tearful entreaty of love
at the foot of the inflexible.
There smiles the Divine Child
among his playthings of unmeaning clouds
and ephemeral lights and shadows.
The breeze whispers to the lotus,
"What is thy secret?"
"It is myself," says the lotus,
"Steal it and I disappear!"
The freedom of the storm and the bondage of the stem
join hands in the dance of swaying branches.
The jasmine's lisping of love to the sun is her flowers.
The tyrant claims freedom to kill freedom
and yet to keep it for himself.
Gods, tired of their paradise, envy man.
Clouds are hills in vapour,
hills are clouds in stone, —
a phantasy in time's dream.
While God waits for His temple to be built of love,
men bring stones.
I touch God in my song
as the hill touches the far-away sea
with its waterfall.
Light finds her treasure of colours
through the antagonism of clouds.
My heart to-day smiles at its past night of tears
like a wet tree glistening in the sun
after the rain is over.
I have thanked the trees that have made my life fruitflul,
but have failed to remember the grass
that has ever kept it green.
The one without second is emptiness,
the other one makes it true.
Life's errors cry for the merciful beauty
that can modulate their isolation
into a harmony with the whole.
They expect thanks for the banished nest
because their cage is shapely and secure.
In love I pay my endless debt to thee
for what thou art.
The pond sends up its lyrics from its dark in lilies,
and the sun says, they are good.
Your calumny against the great is impious,
it hurts yourself;
against the small it is mean,
for it hurts the victim.
The first flower that blossomed on this earth
was an invitation to the unborn song.
Dawn—the many-coloured flower—fades,
and then the simple light-fruit,
the sun appears.
The muscle that has a doubt if its wisdom
throttles the voice that would cry.
The wind tries to take the flame by storm
only to blow it out.
Life's play is swift,
Life's playthings fall behind one by one
and are forgotten.
My flower, seek not thy paradise
in a fool's buttonhole.
Thou hast risen late, my crescent moon,
but my night bird is still awake to greet thee.
Darkness is the veiled bride
silently waiting for the errant light
to return to her bosom.
Trees are the earth's endless effort to
speak to the listening heaven.
The burden of self is lightened
when I laugh at myself.
The weak can be terrible
because they try furiously to appear strong.
The wind of heaven blows,
The anchor desperately clutches the mud,
and my boat is beating its breast against the chain.
The spirit of death is one,
the spirit of life is many,
Whe God is dead religion becomes one.
The blue of the sky longs for the earth's green,
the wind between them sighs, "Alas."
Day's pain muffled by its own glare,
burns among stars in the night.
The stars crowd round the virgin night
in silent awe at her loneliness
that can never be touched.
The cloud gives all its gold
to the departing sun
and greets the rising moon
with only a pale smile.
He who does good comes to the temple gate,
he who loves reaches the shrine.
Flower, have pity for the worm,
it is not a bee,
its love is a blunder and a burden.
With the ruins of terror's triumph
children build their doll's house.
The lamp waits through the long day of neglect
for the flame's kiss in the night.
Feathers in the dust lying lazily content
have forgotten their sky.
The flowers which is single
need not envy the thorns
that are numerous.
The world suffers most from the disinterested tyranny
of its well-wisher.
We gain freedom whrn we have paid the full price
for our right to live.
Your careless gifts of a moment,
like the meteors of an autumn night,
catch fire in the depth of my being.
The faith waiting in the heart of a seed
promises a miracle of life
which it cannot prove at once.
Spring hesitates at winter's door,
but the mango blossom rashly runs our to him
before her time and meets her doom.
The world is the ever-changing foam
thet floats on the surface of a sea of silence.
The two separated shores mingle their voices
in a song of unfathomed tears.
As a river in the sea,
work finds its fulfilment
in the depth of leisure.
I lingered on my way till thy cherry tree lost ist bossom,
but the azalea brins to me, my love, thy forgiveness.
Thy shy little pomegranate bud,
blushing to-day behind her veil,
will burst into a passionate flower
to-morrow when I am away.
The clumsiness of power spoils the key,
and uses the pickaxe.
Birth is from the mystery of night
into the grerater mystery of day.
These paper boats of mine are meant to dance
on the ripples of hours,
and not to reach any destination.
Migratory songs wing from my heart
and seek their nests in your voice of love.
The sea of danger, doubt and denial
around man's little island of certainty
challenges him to dare the unknown.
Love punishes when it forgives,
and injured beauty by its awful silence.
You live alone and unrecompensed
because they are afraid of your great worth.
The same sun is newly born in new lands
in a ring of endless dawns.
God is world is ever renewed by death,
a Titan's ever crushed by its own existence.
The glow-worm while exploring the dust
never knows that stars are in the sky.
The tree is of to-day, the flower is old,
it brings with it the message
of the immemorial seed.
Each rose that comes brings me greetings
from the Rose of an eternal spring.
God honours me when I work,
He loves me when I sing.
My love of to-day finds no home
in the nest deserted by yesterday's love.
The fire of pain tracse for my soul
a luminous path across her sorrow.
The grass survives the hill
through its resurrections from countless deaths.
Thou hast vanished from my reach
leaving an impalpable touch in the blue of the sky,
an invisible image in the wind moving
among the shadows.
In pity for the desolate branch
spring leaves to it a kiss that fluttered in a lonely leaf.
The shy shadow in the farden
loves the sun in silence,
Flowers guess the secret, and mile,
while the leaves whisper.
I leave no trace of wings in the air,
but I am glad I have had my flight.
The fireflies, twinkling among leaves,
make the stars wonder.
The mountain remains unmoved
at its seeming defeat by the mist.
While the rose said to the sun,
"I shall ever remember thee,"
her petals fell to the dust.
Hills are the earth's gesture of despair
for the unreachable.
Though the thorn in thy flower pricked me,
O Beauty,
I am grateful.
The world knows that the few
are more than the many.
Let not my love be a burden on you, my friend,
know that it pays itself.
Dawn plays her lute before the gate of darkness,
and is content to vanish when the sun comes out.
Beauty is truth's smile
when she beholds her own face
in a perfect mirror.
The dew-drop knows the sun
only within its own tiny orb.
Forlorn thoughts from the forsaken hives of all ages,
swarming in the air, hum round my heart
and seek my voice.
The desert is imprisoned in the wall
of its unbounded barrenness.
In the thrill of little leaves
I see the air's invisible dance,
and in their glimmering
the secret heart-beats of the sky.
You are like a flowering tree,
amazed when I praise you for your gifts.
The earth's sacrifical fire
flames up in her trees,
scattering sparks in flowers.
Foretsts, the clouds of earth,
hold up to the sky their silence,
and clouds from above come down
in resonant showers.
The world speaks to me in pictures,
my soul answers in music.
The sky tells its beads all night
on the countless stars
in memory of the sun.
The darkness of night, like pain, is dumb,
the darkness of dawn, like peace, is silent.
Pride engraves his frowns in stones,
loe offers her surrender in flowers.
The obsequious brush curtails truth
in diference to the canvas which is narrow.
The hill in its longing for the far-away sky
wishes to be like the cloud
with its endless urge of seeking.
To justify their own spilling of ink
they spell the day as night.
Profit smiles on goodness
when the good is profitable.
In its swelling pride
the bubble doubts the turth of the sea,
and laughs and bursts into emptiness.
Love is an endless mystery,
for it has nothing else to explain its.
My clouds, sorrowing in the dark,
forget that they themselves
have hidden the sun.
Man discovers his own wealth
when God comes to ask gifts of him.
You leave your memory as a flame
to my lonely lamp of separation.
I came to offer thee a flower,
but thou must have all my garden,—
It is thine.
The picture—a memory of light
treasured by the shadow.
It is easy to make faces at the sun,
He is exposed by his own light in all
directions.
History slowly smothers its truth,
but hastily struggles to revive it
in the terrible penance of pain.
My work is rewarded in daily wages,
I wait for my final value in love.
Beauty knows to say, "Enough,"
barbarism clamours for still more.
God loves to see in me, not his servant,
but himself who serves all.
The darkness of night is in harmony with day,
the morning of mist is discordant.
In the bounteous time of roses love is wine,—
it is food in the famished hour
when their petals are shed.
An unknown flower in a strange land
speaks to the poet:
"Are we not of the same soil, my lover?"
I am able to love my God
because He gives me freedom to deny Him.
My untuned strings beg for music
in their anguished cry of shame.
The worm thinks it strange and foolish
that man does not eat his books.
The clouded sky to-day bears the visior
of the shadow of a divine sadness
on the forehead of brooding eternity.
The shade of my tree is for passers-by,
its fruit for the one for whom I wait.
Flushed with the glow of sunset
earth seems like a ripe fruit
ready to be harvested by night.
Light accepts darkness for his spouse
for the sake of creation.
The reed waits for his master's breath,
the Master goes seeking for his reed.
To the blind pen the hand that writes is unreal,
its writing unmeaning.
The sea smites his own barren breast
because he has no flowers to offer to the moon.
The greed for fruit misses the flower.
God in His temple of stars
waits for man to bring him his lamp.
The fire restrained in the tree fashions flowers.
Released from bonds, the shameless flame
dies in barren ashes.
The sky sets no snare to capture the moon,
it is her own freedom which binds her.
The light that fills the sky
seeks its limit in a dew-drop on the grass.
Wealth is the burden of bigness,
Welfare the fulness of being.
The razor-blade is proud of its keenness
when it sneers at the sun.
The butterfly has leisure to love the lotus,
not the bee busily storing honey.
Child, thou bringest to my heart
the babble of the wind and the water,
the flower's speechless secrets, the clouds' dreams,
the mute gaze of wonder of the morning sky.
The rainbow among the clouds may be great
but the little butterfly among the bushes is greater.
The mist weaves her net round the morning,
captivates him, and makes him blind.
The Morning Star whispers to Dawn,
"Tell me that you are only for me."
"Yes," she answers,
"And also only for that nameless flower."
The sky remains infinitely vacant
for earth there to build its heaven with dreams.
Perhaps the crescent moon smiles in doubt
at being told that it is a fragment
awaiting perfection.
Let the evening forgive the mistakes of the day
and thus win peace for herself.
Beauty smiles in the confinement of the bud,
in the heart of a sweet incompleteness.
Your flitting love lightly brushed with its wings
my sun-flower
and never asked if it was ready to surrender its honey.
Leaves are silences
around flowers which are their words.
The tree bears its thousand years
as one large majestic moment.
My offerings are not for the temple at the end of the road,
but for the wayside shrines
that surprise me at every bend.
Hour smile, my love, like the smell of a strange flower,
is simple and inexplicable.
Death laughs when the merit of the dead is exaggerated
for it swells his store with more than he can claim.
The sigh of the shore follows in vain
the breeze that hastens the ship across the sea.
Truth loves its limits,
for there it meets the beautiful.
Between the shores of Me and Thee
there is the loud ocean, my own surging self,
which I long to cross.
The right to possess boasts foolishly
of its right to enjoy.
The rose is a great deal more
than a blushing apology for the thorn.
Day offers to the silence of stars
his golden lute to be tuned
for the endless life.
The wise know how to teach,
the fool how to smite.
The centre is still and silent in the heart
of an enternal dance of circles.
The judge thinks that he is just when he compares
The oil of another's lamp
with the light of his own.
The captive flower in the King's wreath
smiles bitterly when the meadow-flower envies her.
Its store of snow is the hill's own burden,
its outpouring if streams is borne by all the world.
Listen to the prayer of the forest
for its freedom in flowers.
Let your love see me
even through the barrier of nearness.
The spirit of work in creation is there
to carry and help the spirit of play.
To carry the burden of the insturment,
count the cost of its material,
and never to know that it is for music,
is the tragedy of deaf life.
Faith is the bird that feels the light
and sings when the dawn is still dark.
I bring to thee, night, my day's empty cup,
to be cleansed with thy cool darkness
for a new morning's festival.
The mountain fir, in its rustling,
modulates the memory of its fights with the storm
into a hymn of peace.
God honoured me with his fight
when I was rebellious,
He ignored me when I was languid.
The sectarina thinks
that he has the sea
ladled into his private pond.
In the shady depth of life
are the lonely nests of memories
that shrink from words.
Let my love find its strength
in the service of day,
its peace in the union of night.
Life sends up in blades of grass
its silent hymn of praise
to the unnamed Light.
The stars of night are to me
the memorials of my day's faded flowers.
Open thy door to that which must go,
for the loss becomes unseemly when obstructed.
True end is not in the reaching of the limit,
but in a completion which is limitless.
The shore whispers to the sea:
"Write to me what thy waves struggle to say."
The sea writes in foam again and again
and wipes off the lines in a boisterous despair.
Let the touch ofthy finger thrill my life's strings
and make the music thine and mine.
The inner world rounded in my life like a fruit,
matured in joy and sorrow,
will drop into the darkness of the orogonal soil
for some further course of creation.
Form is in Matter, rhythm in Force,
meaning in the Person.
There are seekers of wisdom and seekers of wealth,
I seek thy company so that I may sing.
As the tree its leaves, I shed my words on the earth,
let my thoughts unuttered flower in thy silence.
My faith in truth, my vision of the perfect,
help thee, Master, in thy creation.
All the delights that I have felt
in life's fruits and flowers
let me offer to thee at the end of the feast,
in a perfect union of love.
Some have thought deeply and explored the
meaning of thy truth,
and they are great;
I have listened to catch the music of thy play,
and I am glad.
The tree is a winged spirit
released from the bondage of seed,
pursuing its adventure of life
across the unknown.
The lotus offers its beauty to the heaven,
the grass its service to the earth.
The sun's kiss mellows into abandonment
the miserliness of the green fruit clinging to its stem.
The flame met the earthen lamp in me,
and what a great marvel of light!
Mistakes live in the neighbourhood of truth
and therefore delude us.
The cloud laughed at the rainbow
saying that is was an upstart
gaudy in its emptiness.
The rainbow calmly answered,
"I am as inevitably real as tha sun himself."
Let me not grope in vain in the dark
but keep my mind still in the faith
that the day will break
and truth will appear
in its simplicity.
Through the silent night
I hear the returning vagrant hopes of the morning
knock at my heart.
My new love comes
bringing to me the eternal wealth of the old.
The earth gazes at the moon and wonders
that she sould have all her music in her smile.
Day with its glare of curiosity
puts the stars to flight.
My mind has itstrue union with thee, O sky,
at the window which is mine own,
and not in the open
where thou hast thy sole kingdom.
Man claims God's flowers as his own
when he weaves them in a garland.
The buried city, laid bare to the sun of a new age,
is ashamed that is has lost all its song.
Like my heart's pain that has long missed its meaning,
the sun's rays robed in dark
hide themselves under the ground.
Like my heart'spain at love's sudden touch,
they change their veil at the spring's call
and come out in the carnival of colours,
in flowers and leaves.
My life's empty flute
waits for its final music
like the primal darkness
before the stars came out.
Emancipation from the bondage of the soil
is no freedom for the tree.
The tapestry of life's story is woven
with the threads of life's ties
ever joining and breaking.
Those thoughts of mine that are never captured by words
perch upon my song and dance.
My soul to-night loses itself
in the silent heart of a tree
standing alone among the whispers of immensity.
Pearl shells cast up by the sea
on death's barren beach,—
a magnificent wastefulness of creative life.
The sunlight opens for me the word's gate,
love's light its terasure.
My life like the reed with ist stops,
has its play od colours
through the gaps in its hopes and gains.
Let not my thanks to thee
rob my silence of its fuller homage.
Life's aspirations come
in the guise of children.
The faded flower sighs
that the spring has vanished for ever.
In my life's garden
my wealth has been of the shadows and lights
that are never gathered and stored.
The fruit that I Have gained for ever
is thet which thou hast accepted.
The jasmine knows the sun to be her brother
in the heaven.
Light is young, the ancient light;
shadows are of the moment, they are born old.
I feel that the ferry of my songs at the day's end
will brong me across to the other shore
from where I shall see.
The butterfly flitting from flower to flower
ever remains mine,
I lose the one that is netted by me.
Your voice, free bird, reaches my sleeping nest,
and my drowsy wings dream
of a voyage to the light
above the clouds.
I miss the meaning of my own part
in the play of life
because I know not of the parts
that others play.
The flower sheds all its petals
and finds the fruit.
I leave my songs behind me
to the bloom of the ever-returning honeysuckles
and the joy of the wind from the south.
Dead leaves when they lose themselves in soil
take part in the life of the forest.
The mind ever seeks its words
from its sounds and silence
as the sky from its darkness and light.
The unseen dark plays on his flute
and the rhythm of light
eddies into stars and suns,
into thoughts and reams.
My songs are to sing
that I have loved Thy singing.
When the voice of the Silent touches my words
I know him and therefore I know myself.
My last salutations are to them
who knew me imperfect and loved me.
Love's gift cannot be given,
it waits to be accepted.
When death comes and whispers to me,
"Thy days are ended,"
let me say to him, "I have lived in love
and not in mere time."
He will ask, "Will thy songs remain?"
I shall say, "I know not, but this I know
that often when I sang I found my eternity."
"Let me light my lamp,"
say the star,
'and never debate
if it will help to remove the darkness."
Before the end of my journey
may I reach within myself
the one which is the all,
leaving the outer shell
to float away with the drifting multitude
upon the current of chance and change.
Specks of living light
twinkling in the dark.
he voice of wayside pansies,
that do not attract the careless glance,
murmurs in these desultory lines.
In the drowsy dark caves of the mind
dreams build their nest with fragments
dropped from day's caravan.
Spring scatters the petals of flowers
that are not for the fruits of the future,
but for the moment's whim.
Joy freed from the bond of earth's slumber
rushes into numberless leaves,
and dances in the air for a day.
My words that are slight
my lightly dance upon time's waves
when my works havy with import have gone down.
Mind's underground moths
grow filmy wings
and take a farewell flight
in the sunset sky.
The butterfly counts not months but moments,
and has time enough.
My thoughts, like spark, ride on winged surprises,
carrying a single laughter.
The tree gazes in love at its own beautiful shadow
which yet it never can grasp.
Let my love, like sunlight, surround you
and yet give you illumined freedom.
Days are coloured vbubbles
that float upon the surface of fathomless night.
My offerings are too timid to claim your remembrance,
and therefore you may remember them.
Leave out my name from the gift
if it be a burden,
but keep my song.
April, like a child,
writes hieroglyphs on dust with flowers,
wipes them away and forgets.
Memory, the priestess,
kills the present
and offers its heart to the shrine of the dead past.
From the solemn gloom of the temple
children run out to sit in the dust,
God watches them play
and forgets the priest.
My mind starts up at some flash
on the flow of its thoughts
like a brook at a sudden liquid note of its own
that is never repeated.
In the mountain, stillness surges up
to explore its own height;
in the lake, movement stands still
to contemplate its own depth.
The departing night's one kiss
on the closed eyes of morning
glows in the star of dawn.
Maiden, thy beauty is like a fruit
which is yet to mature,
tense with an unyielding secret.
Sorrow that has lost its memory
is like the dumb dark hours
that have no bird songs
but only the cricket's chirp.
Bigotry tries to keep turth safe in its hand
with a grip that kills it.
Wishing to hearten a timid lamp
great night lights all her stars.
Though he holds in his arms the earth-bride,
the sky is ever immensely away.
God seeks comrades and claims love,
the Devil seeks slaves and claims obedience.
The soil in return for her service
keeps the tree tied to her,
the sky asks nothing and leaves it free.
Jewel-like immortal
does not boast of its length of years
but of the scintillating point of its moment.
The child ever dwells in the mystery of ageless time,
unobscured by the dust of history.
Alight laughter in the steps of creation
carries it swiftly across time.
One who was distant came near to me in the morning,
and still nearer when taken away by night.
White and pink oleanders meet
and make merry in different dialects.
When peace is active swepping its dirt, it is storm.
The lake lies low by the hill,
a tearful entreaty of love
at the foot of the inflexible.
There smiles the Divine Child
among his playthings of unmeaning clouds
and ephemeral lights and shadows.
The breeze whispers to the lotus,
"What is thy secret?"
"It is myself," says the lotus,
"Steal it and I disappear!"
The freedom of the storm and the bondage of the stem
join hands in the dance of swaying branches.
The jasmine's lisping of love to the sun is her flowers.
The tyrant claims freedom to kill freedom
and yet to keep it for himself.
Gods, tired of their paradise, envy man.
Clouds are hills in vapour,
hills are clouds in stone, —
a phantasy in time's dream.
While God waits for His temple to be built of love,
men bring stones.
I touch God in my song
as the hill touches the far-away sea
with its waterfall.
Light finds her treasure of colours
through the antagonism of clouds.
My heart to-day smiles at its past night of tears
like a wet tree glistening in the sun
after the rain is over.
I have thanked the trees that have made my life fruitflul,
but have failed to remember the grass
that has ever kept it green.
The one without second is emptiness,
the other one makes it true.
Life's errors cry for the merciful beauty
that can modulate their isolation
into a harmony with the whole.
They expect thanks for the banished nest
because their cage is shapely and secure.
In love I pay my endless debt to thee
for what thou art.
The pond sends up its lyrics from its dark in lilies,
and the sun says, they are good.
Your calumny against the great is impious,
it hurts yourself;
against the small it is mean,
for it hurts the victim.
The first flower that blossomed on this earth
was an invitation to the unborn song.
Dawn—the many-coloured flower—fades,
and then the simple light-fruit,
the sun appears.
The muscle that has a doubt if its wisdom
throttles the voice that would cry.
The wind tries to take the flame by storm
only to blow it out.
Life's play is swift,
Life's playthings fall behind one by one
and are forgotten.
My flower, seek not thy paradise
in a fool's buttonhole.
Thou hast risen late, my crescent moon,
but my night bird is still awake to greet thee.
Darkness is the veiled bride
silently waiting for the errant light
to return to her bosom.
Trees are the earth's endless effort to
speak to the listening heaven.
The burden of self is lightened
when I laugh at myself.
The weak can be terrible
because they try furiously to appear strong.
The wind of heaven blows,
The anchor desperately clutches the mud,
and my boat is beating its breast against the chain.
The spirit of death is one,
the spirit of life is many,
Whe God is dead religion becomes one.
The blue of the sky longs for the earth's green,
the wind between them sighs, "Alas."
Day's pain muffled by its own glare,
burns among stars in the night.
The stars crowd round the virgin night
in silent awe at her loneliness
that can never be touched.
The cloud gives all its gold
to the departing sun
and greets the rising moon
with only a pale smile.
He who does good comes to the temple gate,
he who loves reaches the shrine.
Flower, have pity for the worm,
it is not a bee,
its love is a blunder and a burden.
With the ruins of terror's triumph
children build their doll's house.
The lamp waits through the long day of neglect
for the flame's kiss in the night.
Feathers in the dust lying lazily content
have forgotten their sky.
The flowers which is single
need not envy the thorns
that are numerous.
The world suffers most from the disinterested tyranny
of its well-wisher.
We gain freedom whrn we have paid the full price
for our right to live.
Your careless gifts of a moment,
like the meteors of an autumn night,
catch fire in the depth of my being.
The faith waiting in the heart of a seed
promises a miracle of life
which it cannot prove at once.
Spring hesitates at winter's door,
but the mango blossom rashly runs our to him
before her time and meets her doom.
The world is the ever-changing foam
thet floats on the surface of a sea of silence.
The two separated shores mingle their voices
in a song of unfathomed tears.
As a river in the sea,
work finds its fulfilment
in the depth of leisure.
I lingered on my way till thy cherry tree lost ist bossom,
but the azalea brins to me, my love, thy forgiveness.
Thy shy little pomegranate bud,
blushing to-day behind her veil,
will burst into a passionate flower
to-morrow when I am away.
The clumsiness of power spoils the key,
and uses the pickaxe.
Birth is from the mystery of night
into the grerater mystery of day.
These paper boats of mine are meant to dance
on the ripples of hours,
and not to reach any destination.
Migratory songs wing from my heart
and seek their nests in your voice of love.
The sea of danger, doubt and denial
around man's little island of certainty
challenges him to dare the unknown.
Love punishes when it forgives,
and injured beauty by its awful silence.
You live alone and unrecompensed
because they are afraid of your great worth.
The same sun is newly born in new lands
in a ring of endless dawns.
God is world is ever renewed by death,
a Titan's ever crushed by its own existence.
The glow-worm while exploring the dust
never knows that stars are in the sky.
The tree is of to-day, the flower is old,
it brings with it the message
of the immemorial seed.
Each rose that comes brings me greetings
from the Rose of an eternal spring.
God honours me when I work,
He loves me when I sing.
My love of to-day finds no home
in the nest deserted by yesterday's love.
The fire of pain tracse for my soul
a luminous path across her sorrow.
The grass survives the hill
through its resurrections from countless deaths.
Thou hast vanished from my reach
leaving an impalpable touch in the blue of the sky,
an invisible image in the wind moving
among the shadows.
In pity for the desolate branch
spring leaves to it a kiss that fluttered in a lonely leaf.
The shy shadow in the farden
loves the sun in silence,
Flowers guess the secret, and mile,
while the leaves whisper.
I leave no trace of wings in the air,
but I am glad I have had my flight.
The fireflies, twinkling among leaves,
make the stars wonder.
The mountain remains unmoved
at its seeming defeat by the mist.
While the rose said to the sun,
"I shall ever remember thee,"
her petals fell to the dust.
Hills are the earth's gesture of despair
for the unreachable.
Though the thorn in thy flower pricked me,
O Beauty,
I am grateful.
The world knows that the few
are more than the many.
Let not my love be a burden on you, my friend,
know that it pays itself.
Dawn plays her lute before the gate of darkness,
and is content to vanish when the sun comes out.
Beauty is truth's smile
when she beholds her own face
in a perfect mirror.
The dew-drop knows the sun
only within its own tiny orb.
Forlorn thoughts from the forsaken hives of all ages,
swarming in the air, hum round my heart
and seek my voice.
The desert is imprisoned in the wall
of its unbounded barrenness.
In the thrill of little leaves
I see the air's invisible dance,
and in their glimmering
the secret heart-beats of the sky.
You are like a flowering tree,
amazed when I praise you for your gifts.
The earth's sacrifical fire
flames up in her trees,
scattering sparks in flowers.
Foretsts, the clouds of earth,
hold up to the sky their silence,
and clouds from above come down
in resonant showers.
The world speaks to me in pictures,
my soul answers in music.
The sky tells its beads all night
on the countless stars
in memory of the sun.
The darkness of night, like pain, is dumb,
the darkness of dawn, like peace, is silent.
Pride engraves his frowns in stones,
loe offers her surrender in flowers.
The obsequious brush curtails truth
in diference to the canvas which is narrow.
The hill in its longing for the far-away sky
wishes to be like the cloud
with its endless urge of seeking.
To justify their own spilling of ink
they spell the day as night.
Profit smiles on goodness
when the good is profitable.
In its swelling pride
the bubble doubts the turth of the sea,
and laughs and bursts into emptiness.
Love is an endless mystery,
for it has nothing else to explain its.
My clouds, sorrowing in the dark,
forget that they themselves
have hidden the sun.
Man discovers his own wealth
when God comes to ask gifts of him.
You leave your memory as a flame
to my lonely lamp of separation.
I came to offer thee a flower,
but thou must have all my garden,—
It is thine.
The picture—a memory of light
treasured by the shadow.
It is easy to make faces at the sun,
He is exposed by his own light in all
directions.
History slowly smothers its truth,
but hastily struggles to revive it
in the terrible penance of pain.
My work is rewarded in daily wages,
I wait for my final value in love.
Beauty knows to say, "Enough,"
barbarism clamours for still more.
God loves to see in me, not his servant,
but himself who serves all.
The darkness of night is in harmony with day,
the morning of mist is discordant.
In the bounteous time of roses love is wine,—
it is food in the famished hour
when their petals are shed.
An unknown flower in a strange land
speaks to the poet:
"Are we not of the same soil, my lover?"
I am able to love my God
because He gives me freedom to deny Him.
My untuned strings beg for music
in their anguished cry of shame.
The worm thinks it strange and foolish
that man does not eat his books.
The clouded sky to-day bears the visior
of the shadow of a divine sadness
on the forehead of brooding eternity.
The shade of my tree is for passers-by,
its fruit for the one for whom I wait.
Flushed with the glow of sunset
earth seems like a ripe fruit
ready to be harvested by night.
Light accepts darkness for his spouse
for the sake of creation.
The reed waits for his master's breath,
the Master goes seeking for his reed.
To the blind pen the hand that writes is unreal,
its writing unmeaning.
The sea smites his own barren breast
because he has no flowers to offer to the moon.
The greed for fruit misses the flower.
God in His temple of stars
waits for man to bring him his lamp.
The fire restrained in the tree fashions flowers.
Released from bonds, the shameless flame
dies in barren ashes.
The sky sets no snare to capture the moon,
it is her own freedom which binds her.
The light that fills the sky
seeks its limit in a dew-drop on the grass.
Wealth is the burden of bigness,
Welfare the fulness of being.
The razor-blade is proud of its keenness
when it sneers at the sun.
The butterfly has leisure to love the lotus,
not the bee busily storing honey.
Child, thou bringest to my heart
the babble of the wind and the water,
the flower's speechless secrets, the clouds' dreams,
the mute gaze of wonder of the morning sky.
The rainbow among the clouds may be great
but the little butterfly among the bushes is greater.
The mist weaves her net round the morning,
captivates him, and makes him blind.
The Morning Star whispers to Dawn,
"Tell me that you are only for me."
"Yes," she answers,
"And also only for that nameless flower."
The sky remains infinitely vacant
for earth there to build its heaven with dreams.
Perhaps the crescent moon smiles in doubt
at being told that it is a fragment
awaiting perfection.
Let the evening forgive the mistakes of the day
and thus win peace for herself.
Beauty smiles in the confinement of the bud,
in the heart of a sweet incompleteness.
Your flitting love lightly brushed with its wings
my sun-flower
and never asked if it was ready to surrender its honey.
Leaves are silences
around flowers which are their words.
The tree bears its thousand years
as one large majestic moment.
My offerings are not for the temple at the end of the road,
but for the wayside shrines
that surprise me at every bend.
Hour smile, my love, like the smell of a strange flower,
is simple and inexplicable.
Death laughs when the merit of the dead is exaggerated
for it swells his store with more than he can claim.
The sigh of the shore follows in vain
the breeze that hastens the ship across the sea.
Truth loves its limits,
for there it meets the beautiful.
Between the shores of Me and Thee
there is the loud ocean, my own surging self,
which I long to cross.
The right to possess boasts foolishly
of its right to enjoy.
The rose is a great deal more
than a blushing apology for the thorn.
Day offers to the silence of stars
his golden lute to be tuned
for the endless life.
The wise know how to teach,
the fool how to smite.
The centre is still and silent in the heart
of an enternal dance of circles.
The judge thinks that he is just when he compares
The oil of another's lamp
with the light of his own.
The captive flower in the King's wreath
smiles bitterly when the meadow-flower envies her.
Its store of snow is the hill's own burden,
its outpouring if streams is borne by all the world.
Listen to the prayer of the forest
for its freedom in flowers.
Let your love see me
even through the barrier of nearness.
The spirit of work in creation is there
to carry and help the spirit of play.
To carry the burden of the insturment,
count the cost of its material,
and never to know that it is for music,
is the tragedy of deaf life.
Faith is the bird that feels the light
and sings when the dawn is still dark.
I bring to thee, night, my day's empty cup,
to be cleansed with thy cool darkness
for a new morning's festival.
The mountain fir, in its rustling,
modulates the memory of its fights with the storm
into a hymn of peace.
God honoured me with his fight
when I was rebellious,
He ignored me when I was languid.
The sectarina thinks
that he has the sea
ladled into his private pond.
In the shady depth of life
are the lonely nests of memories
that shrink from words.
Let my love find its strength
in the service of day,
its peace in the union of night.
Life sends up in blades of grass
its silent hymn of praise
to the unnamed Light.
The stars of night are to me
the memorials of my day's faded flowers.
Open thy door to that which must go,
for the loss becomes unseemly when obstructed.
True end is not in the reaching of the limit,
but in a completion which is limitless.
The shore whispers to the sea:
"Write to me what thy waves struggle to say."
The sea writes in foam again and again
and wipes off the lines in a boisterous despair.
Let the touch ofthy finger thrill my life's strings
and make the music thine and mine.
The inner world rounded in my life like a fruit,
matured in joy and sorrow,
will drop into the darkness of the orogonal soil
for some further course of creation.
Form is in Matter, rhythm in Force,
meaning in the Person.
There are seekers of wisdom and seekers of wealth,
I seek thy company so that I may sing.
As the tree its leaves, I shed my words on the earth,
let my thoughts unuttered flower in thy silence.
My faith in truth, my vision of the perfect,
help thee, Master, in thy creation.
All the delights that I have felt
in life's fruits and flowers
let me offer to thee at the end of the feast,
in a perfect union of love.
Some have thought deeply and explored the
meaning of thy truth,
and they are great;
I have listened to catch the music of thy play,
and I am glad.
The tree is a winged spirit
released from the bondage of seed,
pursuing its adventure of life
across the unknown.
The lotus offers its beauty to the heaven,
the grass its service to the earth.
The sun's kiss mellows into abandonment
the miserliness of the green fruit clinging to its stem.
The flame met the earthen lamp in me,
and what a great marvel of light!
Mistakes live in the neighbourhood of truth
and therefore delude us.
The cloud laughed at the rainbow
saying that is was an upstart
gaudy in its emptiness.
The rainbow calmly answered,
"I am as inevitably real as tha sun himself."
Let me not grope in vain in the dark
but keep my mind still in the faith
that the day will break
and truth will appear
in its simplicity.
Through the silent night
I hear the returning vagrant hopes of the morning
knock at my heart.
My new love comes
bringing to me the eternal wealth of the old.
The earth gazes at the moon and wonders
that she sould have all her music in her smile.
Day with its glare of curiosity
puts the stars to flight.
My mind has itstrue union with thee, O sky,
at the window which is mine own,
and not in the open
where thou hast thy sole kingdom.
Man claims God's flowers as his own
when he weaves them in a garland.
The buried city, laid bare to the sun of a new age,
is ashamed that is has lost all its song.
Like my heart's pain that has long missed its meaning,
the sun's rays robed in dark
hide themselves under the ground.
Like my heart'spain at love's sudden touch,
they change their veil at the spring's call
and come out in the carnival of colours,
in flowers and leaves.
My life's empty flute
waits for its final music
like the primal darkness
before the stars came out.
Emancipation from the bondage of the soil
is no freedom for the tree.
The tapestry of life's story is woven
with the threads of life's ties
ever joining and breaking.
Those thoughts of mine that are never captured by words
perch upon my song and dance.
My soul to-night loses itself
in the silent heart of a tree
standing alone among the whispers of immensity.
Pearl shells cast up by the sea
on death's barren beach,—
a magnificent wastefulness of creative life.
The sunlight opens for me the word's gate,
love's light its terasure.
My life like the reed with ist stops,
has its play od colours
through the gaps in its hopes and gains.
Let not my thanks to thee
rob my silence of its fuller homage.
Life's aspirations come
in the guise of children.
The faded flower sighs
that the spring has vanished for ever.
In my life's garden
my wealth has been of the shadows and lights
that are never gathered and stored.
The fruit that I Have gained for ever
is thet which thou hast accepted.
The jasmine knows the sun to be her brother
in the heaven.
Light is young, the ancient light;
shadows are of the moment, they are born old.
I feel that the ferry of my songs at the day's end
will brong me across to the other shore
from where I shall see.
The butterfly flitting from flower to flower
ever remains mine,
I lose the one that is netted by me.
Your voice, free bird, reaches my sleeping nest,
and my drowsy wings dream
of a voyage to the light
above the clouds.
I miss the meaning of my own part
in the play of life
because I know not of the parts
that others play.
The flower sheds all its petals
and finds the fruit.
I leave my songs behind me
to the bloom of the ever-returning honeysuckles
and the joy of the wind from the south.
Dead leaves when they lose themselves in soil
take part in the life of the forest.
The mind ever seeks its words
from its sounds and silence
as the sky from its darkness and light.
The unseen dark plays on his flute
and the rhythm of light
eddies into stars and suns,
into thoughts and reams.
My songs are to sing
that I have loved Thy singing.
When the voice of the Silent touches my words
I know him and therefore I know myself.
My last salutations are to them
who knew me imperfect and loved me.
Love's gift cannot be given,
it waits to be accepted.
When death comes and whispers to me,
"Thy days are ended,"
let me say to him, "I have lived in love
and not in mere time."
He will ask, "Will thy songs remain?"
I shall say, "I know not, but this I know
that often when I sang I found my eternity."
"Let me light my lamp,"
say the star,
'and never debate
if it will help to remove the darkness."
Before the end of my journey
may I reach within myself
the one which is the all,
leaving the outer shell
to float away with the drifting multitude
upon the current of chance and change.
Friday, April 8, 2011
Friendship Poems
short cute Poems about Friendship
Friendship poems & poetry :
A friend is like a flower,
a rose to be exact,
Or maybe like a brand new gate
that never comes unlatched.
A friend is like an owl,
both beautiful and wise.
Or perhaps a friend is like a ghost,
whose spirit never dies.
A friend is like a heart that goes
strong until the end.
Where would we be in this world
if we didn't have a friend. - By Adrianne S
Best Friend Poems and Quotes
Friends at school
Are big and small.
Friends at school
Are best of all!
Forever Friends
you'r my friend and that is true,
but the gift was given from me to you.
we went thru moments that were good and bad,
even moments that were happy and sad.
you supported me when i was in tears,
we stuck together when we were in fear,
its really sad that it had to be this way,
but it has reached its very last day.
miles away cant keep us apart,
'cause you'll always be in my heart.
Make new friends
But keep the old
One is sliver and the other gold !
Poem For My Best Friend : DEAR FRIENDS ARE HARD TO FIND
DEAR FRIENDS BRING PEACE OF MIND
YOU MY BEST FRIEND ... ARE ONE OF A KIND
Friends
Friends smile at you.
They like your face.
They want to be with you
Any old place.
Friends have fun with you.
Friends share
They’re glad when you’re happy---
When you’re sad, they care.
If you’re a friend
Then you care, too.
That’s why your friends
Are glad you’re you!!!
Happy Birthday Poems For A Friend :
ROSE IS A FLOWER, THAT STAYS FOR AN HOUR.
BUT YOUR FRIENDSHIP HAS THE POWER
THAT WILL STAYS FOR EVER ........Happy birthday my best friend
My friend is nice.
We like to play
We play together every day.
We laugh and cry
And laugh again
Because, you see, we're
Friends
Friends
Friends!
Friends care, Friends share, We need friends Everywhere!
New inspirational friendship poems :
My Friend
My Friend when I think of you.
I think of all that we've been through.
All the times we argue and fight,
I know deep inside that it isn't right.
I, then feel bad and alot of pain.
It feels like I've fallen from the sky like the rain.
I love you dear friend with all of my heart.
But now that you're gone I've fallen apart.
I'm getting better as the days go by.
I wish sometimes this was all a big lie.
I pray to you every night.
It's like you're my fire, a burning light.
My dear friend, I miss you alot.
I still wonder why you were put in that spot.
I know you're in a place much better than here.
Watching and helping me with all of my fear.
Our friendship my dear friend,
we will have to the end.
Friends til the end is what we will be.
Someday we'll be together,
together you and me.
~~ Your Kind of Friendship ~~
It takes more than caring
To be a real friend;
The nature of friendship;
Requires a blend
Of warmest compassion
And love deep and true
To reach and to comfort
The way that you do.
Because I can see
That your kind of friendship
Is priceless to me.
More Friendship poems :
Poems to a friend to show you are happy ....
If you're friendly and you know it,
clap your hands.
If you're friendly and you know it,
clap your hands.
If you're friendly and you know it,
and you really want to show it,
If you're friendly and you know it,
clap your hands!
Special Friend Poems
"Portrait of a Friend"
I can't give solutions to all of life's problems, doubts,
or fears. But I can listen to you, and together we will
search for answers.
I can't change your past with all it's heartache and pain,
nor the future with its untold stories.
But I can be there now when you need me to care.
I can't keep your feet from stumbling.
I can only offer my hand that you may grasp it and not fall.
Your joys, triumphs, successes, and happiness are not mine;
Yet I can share in your laughter.
Your decisions in life are not mine to make, nor to judge;
I can only support you, encourage you,
and help you when you ask.
I can't prevent you from falling away from friendship,
from your values, from me.
I can only pray for you, talk to you and wait for you.
I can't give you boundaries which I have determined for you,
But I can give you the room to change, room to grow,
room to be yourself.
I can't keep your heart from breaking and hurting,
But I can cry with you and help you pick up the pieces
and put them back in place.
I can't tell you who you are.
I can only love you and be your friend.
--Unknown
Why GOD Gave Us Friends
GOD knew that everyone needs
Companionship and cheer,
He knew that people need someone
Whose thoughts are always near.
He knew they need someone kind
To lend a helping hand.
Someone to gladly take the time
To care and understand.
GOD knew that we all need someone
To share each happy day,
To be a source of courage
When troubles come our way.
Someone to be true to us,
Whether near or far apart.
Someone whose love we'll always
Hold and treasure in our hearts.
That's Why GOD Gave Us Friends!
Best Friend Quotes Poems :
A Best Friend!
A friend that really cares!
All my secrets i can share!
There when i need a hand!
There to understand!
When i cry!
She will be by!
If i am away!
She will call me day by day!
If i need her at all!
She'll be there to stand tall!
Anything i say will be heard!
She will listen word by word!
If I am late!
She will open the gate!
As she looks in my eyes!
The sparkle she realize!
She is the one that cares!
And the one thats there!
That's a best Friend!!
Losing Best Friend Poems : SOME LIKE WOODEN SHIP, SOME LIKE SILVER SHIP.
SOME LIKE GOLD SHIP, BUT I ONLY LIKE YOUR FRIENDSHIP.
PLEASE DON'T GO AWAY, IN THE STORM OF LIFE, YOU HAVE BEEN MY SHIP
A FRIEND FROM ABOVE....
I prayed for you before we met,
Not knowing who you'd be.
I asked the Lord to send a friend.
One chosen just for me.
I asked that they'd be Godly,
With wisdom of His ways.
A friend to help and guide me
I the troubles of these days.
So often in life, we need someone
To listen while we talk.
Someone who will not condemn or judge,
But encourage us as we walk.
The narrow road we choose to follow
May sometimes make us stumble.
But to have a friend to catch our fall,
Teaches us to be humble.
When I asked the Lord to send a friend,
Though many came and went.
He gave much more than I ever asked,
For you are the friend He sent.
What You Are To Me
A quick glance, a tender smile
I am caught in a spell
A gentle touch, a warm embrace
I know that all to well
A soft voice, an unspoken love
Across the way I see
A kind face, an inner beauty
That's what you are to me
Submitted By: Sachi
Why God Made Friends
God made the world with a heart full of love,
Then He looked down from Heaven above,
And saw that we all need a helping hand,
Someone to share with, who'll understand.
He made special people to see us through
The glad times and the sad times, too;
A person on whom we can always depend,
Someone we can call a friend.
God made friends so we'll carry a part
Of His perfect love in all our hearts.
Indianchild.com. FRIENDSHIP POEMS, POETRY .
Friendship poems & poetry :
A friend is like a flower,
a rose to be exact,
Or maybe like a brand new gate
that never comes unlatched.
A friend is like an owl,
both beautiful and wise.
Or perhaps a friend is like a ghost,
whose spirit never dies.
A friend is like a heart that goes
strong until the end.
Where would we be in this world
if we didn't have a friend. - By Adrianne S
Best Friend Poems and Quotes
Friends at school
Are big and small.
Friends at school
Are best of all!
Forever Friends
you'r my friend and that is true,
but the gift was given from me to you.
we went thru moments that were good and bad,
even moments that were happy and sad.
you supported me when i was in tears,
we stuck together when we were in fear,
its really sad that it had to be this way,
but it has reached its very last day.
miles away cant keep us apart,
'cause you'll always be in my heart.
Make new friends
But keep the old
One is sliver and the other gold !
Poem For My Best Friend : DEAR FRIENDS ARE HARD TO FIND
DEAR FRIENDS BRING PEACE OF MIND
YOU MY BEST FRIEND ... ARE ONE OF A KIND
Friends
Friends smile at you.
They like your face.
They want to be with you
Any old place.
Friends have fun with you.
Friends share
They’re glad when you’re happy---
When you’re sad, they care.
If you’re a friend
Then you care, too.
That’s why your friends
Are glad you’re you!!!
Happy Birthday Poems For A Friend :
ROSE IS A FLOWER, THAT STAYS FOR AN HOUR.
BUT YOUR FRIENDSHIP HAS THE POWER
THAT WILL STAYS FOR EVER ........Happy birthday my best friend
My friend is nice.
We like to play
We play together every day.
We laugh and cry
And laugh again
Because, you see, we're
Friends
Friends
Friends!
Friends care, Friends share, We need friends Everywhere!
New inspirational friendship poems :
My Friend
My Friend when I think of you.
I think of all that we've been through.
All the times we argue and fight,
I know deep inside that it isn't right.
I, then feel bad and alot of pain.
It feels like I've fallen from the sky like the rain.
I love you dear friend with all of my heart.
But now that you're gone I've fallen apart.
I'm getting better as the days go by.
I wish sometimes this was all a big lie.
I pray to you every night.
It's like you're my fire, a burning light.
My dear friend, I miss you alot.
I still wonder why you were put in that spot.
I know you're in a place much better than here.
Watching and helping me with all of my fear.
Our friendship my dear friend,
we will have to the end.
Friends til the end is what we will be.
Someday we'll be together,
together you and me.
~~ Your Kind of Friendship ~~
It takes more than caring
To be a real friend;
The nature of friendship;
Requires a blend
Of warmest compassion
And love deep and true
To reach and to comfort
The way that you do.
Because I can see
That your kind of friendship
Is priceless to me.
More Friendship poems :
Poems to a friend to show you are happy ....
If you're friendly and you know it,
clap your hands.
If you're friendly and you know it,
clap your hands.
If you're friendly and you know it,
and you really want to show it,
If you're friendly and you know it,
clap your hands!
Special Friend Poems
"Portrait of a Friend"
I can't give solutions to all of life's problems, doubts,
or fears. But I can listen to you, and together we will
search for answers.
I can't change your past with all it's heartache and pain,
nor the future with its untold stories.
But I can be there now when you need me to care.
I can't keep your feet from stumbling.
I can only offer my hand that you may grasp it and not fall.
Your joys, triumphs, successes, and happiness are not mine;
Yet I can share in your laughter.
Your decisions in life are not mine to make, nor to judge;
I can only support you, encourage you,
and help you when you ask.
I can't prevent you from falling away from friendship,
from your values, from me.
I can only pray for you, talk to you and wait for you.
I can't give you boundaries which I have determined for you,
But I can give you the room to change, room to grow,
room to be yourself.
I can't keep your heart from breaking and hurting,
But I can cry with you and help you pick up the pieces
and put them back in place.
I can't tell you who you are.
I can only love you and be your friend.
--Unknown
Why GOD Gave Us Friends
GOD knew that everyone needs
Companionship and cheer,
He knew that people need someone
Whose thoughts are always near.
He knew they need someone kind
To lend a helping hand.
Someone to gladly take the time
To care and understand.
GOD knew that we all need someone
To share each happy day,
To be a source of courage
When troubles come our way.
Someone to be true to us,
Whether near or far apart.
Someone whose love we'll always
Hold and treasure in our hearts.
That's Why GOD Gave Us Friends!
Best Friend Quotes Poems :
A Best Friend!
A friend that really cares!
All my secrets i can share!
There when i need a hand!
There to understand!
When i cry!
She will be by!
If i am away!
She will call me day by day!
If i need her at all!
She'll be there to stand tall!
Anything i say will be heard!
She will listen word by word!
If I am late!
She will open the gate!
As she looks in my eyes!
The sparkle she realize!
She is the one that cares!
And the one thats there!
That's a best Friend!!
Losing Best Friend Poems : SOME LIKE WOODEN SHIP, SOME LIKE SILVER SHIP.
SOME LIKE GOLD SHIP, BUT I ONLY LIKE YOUR FRIENDSHIP.
PLEASE DON'T GO AWAY, IN THE STORM OF LIFE, YOU HAVE BEEN MY SHIP
A FRIEND FROM ABOVE....
I prayed for you before we met,
Not knowing who you'd be.
I asked the Lord to send a friend.
One chosen just for me.
I asked that they'd be Godly,
With wisdom of His ways.
A friend to help and guide me
I the troubles of these days.
So often in life, we need someone
To listen while we talk.
Someone who will not condemn or judge,
But encourage us as we walk.
The narrow road we choose to follow
May sometimes make us stumble.
But to have a friend to catch our fall,
Teaches us to be humble.
When I asked the Lord to send a friend,
Though many came and went.
He gave much more than I ever asked,
For you are the friend He sent.
What You Are To Me
A quick glance, a tender smile
I am caught in a spell
A gentle touch, a warm embrace
I know that all to well
A soft voice, an unspoken love
Across the way I see
A kind face, an inner beauty
That's what you are to me
Submitted By: Sachi
Why God Made Friends
God made the world with a heart full of love,
Then He looked down from Heaven above,
And saw that we all need a helping hand,
Someone to share with, who'll understand.
He made special people to see us through
The glad times and the sad times, too;
A person on whom we can always depend,
Someone we can call a friend.
God made friends so we'll carry a part
Of His perfect love in all our hearts.
Indianchild.com. FRIENDSHIP POEMS, POETRY .
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Collection Of Poems About God And Jesus And Some Smiles
"When your brow gets wrinkled
from worry and care...
Its time for a Faith lift!"
A COUPLE OF BLESSINGS
May your thoughts lead you often
to some quiet and restful place.
May you meet each new tomorrow
with a smile upon your face.
May you reach the star you aim for
and may your dreams all come true,
And where ever life takes you
may happiness always be with you.
~Author Unknown~
GOD'S WAY
When times seem bad
And clouds are gray
A window in heaven will open
And there will be a way.
God has this perfect plan
For us all defined
We just need to tune into God's will
And all will be fine.
Sometimes in the course
Of our busy day
We offer our problems to God and say
'Your will be done' we pray.
After we give it all to God
Our faith begins to fade.
Lord Jesus, I think I have a better solution
And another request is made.
Remember, just give it to the Lord
And leave it there
God in all his miracles,
Will always be fair.
When he works out your problems
And delivers you from despair,
It's not just a one time shot
He will always keep you in his care.
~By Sharon Lambkin~
MY HAND IN GOD'S
Each morning when I wake I say,
"I place my hand in God's today;"
I know He'll walk close by my side
My every wandering step to guide.
He leads me with the tenderest care
When paths are dark and I despair--
No need for me to understand
If I but hold fast to His hand.
My hand in His! No surer way
to walk in safety through each day.
By His great bounty I am fed;
Warmed by His love, and comforted.
When at day's end I seek my rest
And realize how much I'm blessed,
My thanks pour out to Him; and then
I place my hand in God's again.
~By Florence Scripps Kellogg~
THIS IS MY PRAYER
Bless me, heavenly Father,
forgive my erring ways,
Grant me strength to serve Thee,
put purpose in my days...
Give me understanding,
enough to make me kind
So I may judge all people
with my heart and not my mind...
And teach me to be patient
in everything I do,
Content to trust Your Wisdom
and to follow after You...
And help me when I falter
and hear me when I pray.
And receive me in Thy Kingdom
to dwell with Thee some day.
~By Helen Steiner Rice~
WHEN THE WORLD FORGETS...
who you are,
to share your pain,
to be kind,
to be compassionate,
to smile,
to lift a helping hand,
the sick,
the lonely,
the frazzled, worn, caretaker,
to understand,
to love,
to say "Good Morning",
to let us remember,
to say, "I Love You",
to let us forget,
to say, "Good Night",
to show they care,
to be our friend,
to listen,
to hear,
to speak,
to give gifts of kindness,
to always be there for us,
...God always remembers.
~Author Unknown~
GOD IS A LAMP
God is a lamp to light my path
When I cannot see.
He makes the darkness turn to morn,
My God is leading me.
His comfort with the rod and staff,
He gives courage along the way.
God is a lamp to light my path,
I need to trust, obey.
And when it seems the darkest night,
And I cannot find my way,
I hear Him whisper, "It's all right,
Just look to Me, and pray."
Soon 'twill be morning; the sun will rise.
Night will be no more.
God is a lamp to light my path,
'Til I reach that shining shore.
~By Norma Woodbridge~
GOD'S BEEN GOOD TO ME
I'm mindful of the blessings
That come my way each day.
My heart is overflowing
Each time I kneel to pray.
I'm thankful for the seasons;
Each one's a masterpiece.
I'm allowed to work the land,
But God still holds the lease.
I'm grateful for the friendships
That brighten sorrow's way,
Because my cup of happiness
Sustains me everyday.
I love the children and the flowers
That decorate my life
And the quiet, gentle hours
Free from worry and strife.
I'm grateful for eyes that see
The beauty of it all
Because God's been good to me
And blessed me through it all.
I'm thankful for the little things
That fill my life with love.
The best things in life are free;
They come from God above!
~By Clay Harrison~
GIVE ME A GRATEFUL HEART, LORD
Give me a grateful heart, Lord,
For each small favor granted,
As years unfold, may I behold
Life, still, through eyes enchanted.
Let me find beauty in all things,
Not to be blind to see
The goodness in my fellowman,
That he would find in me.
Grant that my ears remain attuned,
To hear the smallest sigh,
And may I lead a gentle touch,
To those less sure than I.
Let me remember lessons learned,
To profit from the past,
And may I build a bridge of dreams,
That shall forever last.
Let me rejoice in simple things,
I need no wealth to buy,
The scent of pine upon the wind,
A burnished copper sky.
Scarlet roses on the fence,
Sunrise through the trees -
Oh, Grant that I may not outgrow
Affinity for these!
Give me a grateful heart, Lord;
Let me be satisfied,
When days are less than sunny,
And plans lie at low tide.
Life is an adventure,
That will lead to who knows where,
So, give me a grateful heart, Lord,
That I may always care.
~By Grace Easley~
I ASKED FOR....
I asked for strength
and God gave me difficulties
to make me strong.
I asked for wisdom
and God gave me problems
to solve.
I asked for prosperity
and God gave me brawn and brain
to work.
I asked for courage
and God gave me dangers
to overcome.
I asked for patience
God placed me
in situations where I was forced to wait.
I asked for love
and God gave me
troubled people to help.
I asked for favors
and God gave me
opportunities.
I received nothing I wanted.
I received everything I needed.
MY PRAYERS HAVE BEEN ANSWERED
~Author Unknown~
I SAW JESUS
I saw Jesus last week.
He was wearing blue jeans and an old shirt.
He was up at the church building;
He was alone and working hard.
For just a minute,
he looked a little like one of our members.
But it was Jesus,
I could tell by his smile.
I saw Jesus last Sunday.
He was teaching a Bible class.
He didn't talk real loud or use long words,
But you could tell he believed what he said.
For just a minute,
he looked like my Sunday School teacher.
But it was Jesus,
I could tell by his loving voice.
I saw Jesus yesterday.
He was at the hospital
visiting a friend who was sick.
They prayed together quietly.
For just a minute,
he looked like Brother Jones.
But it was Jesus,
I could tell by the tears in his eyes.
I saw Jesus this morning.
He was in my kitchen
making my breakfast
and fixing me a special lunch.
For just a minute,
he looked like my mom.
But it was Jesus,
I could feel the love from his heart.
I see Jesus everywhere,
Taking food to the sick,
Welcoming others to his home,
Being friendly to a newcomer
and for just a minute
I think he's someone I know.
But it's always Jesus,
I can tell by the way he serves.
May someone see Jesus in you today.
~Author Unknown~
THE GREAT ARTIST
His canvas is the whole wide world,
The brush, His mighty hand,
His palette made up beautifully -
He's the Teacher in command.
His clouds are white and billowy
With a hint of pink and gray,
He paints each slender blade of grass
To make a perfect day.
The flowers are carefully tinted
In shades of red and blue.
The water added, so to match
The sky of azure hue.
Surely such a picture
Could only have been planned
And brought before our very eyes
By God's artistic hand!
~By S. Walter~
DAILY THINGS
Thank You, Lord, for daily things
which mean so much to me -
For the majesty of morning sun,
and moonlight on the sea.
Thank You for a job to do,
for a home filled with love,
And thanks for the trials too,
and faith in things above.
Thank You, Lord, for daily prayer,
and friends who come to call -
For the budding rose of springtime,
and the golden leaves of fall.
Thank You, Lord, for April rain
when rainbows fill the sky,
And for the pride inside my heart
when Old Glory passes by.
We praise You, Lord, for eyes that see
when snow begins to fall.
Thank You, Lord, for daily things
which bless us one and all!
~By Clay Harrison~
YOU WILL NEVER WALK ALONE
I said, " The path is steep."
He said, " I'm at your side."
I said, "But I am weak."
He said, "For you I died."
I said, "Dark valleys come."
He said, "I'll guide you through."
I said, "But I'm not brave."
He said, "I'll walk with you."
I said, "Be light to me,
And strength as I go on."
He said, "I'm more. I'm love,
You'll never walk alone."
~Author Unknown~
HELLO GOD
Hello God, I called tonight
To talk a little while...
I need a friend who'll listen
To my anxiety and trial.
You see, I can't quite make it
Through a day just on my own...
I need your love to guide me,
So I'll never feel alone.
I want to ask you please to keep,
My family safe and sound.
Come and fill their lives with confidence
For whatever fate they're bound.
Give me faith, Dear God, to face
Each hour throughout the day,
And not to worry over things
I can't change in any way.
I thank you God, for being home
And listening to my call.
For giving me such good advice
When I stumble and fall.
Your number, God, is the only one,
That answers every time.
I never get a busy signal,
Never had to pay a dime.
So thank you God for listening
To my troubles and my sorrow.
Good night, God, I love You, too,
And I'll call again tomorrow!
~Author Unknown~
DAWNING OF A NEW DAY
Sometimes when I'm weary
And feel I can't go on,
I sneak off to my "special place "
In the light of early dawn.
My place is deep in woodlands;
" God's Country " it's called by some.
When my burden gets too heavy,
I hear my place call, " Come ".
I go there when I'm saddened,
And my heart is aching so;
The beauty and serenity
Help to ease my pain, I know.
It's there that I find comfort;
Sometimes I need solitude.
I feel so much closer to God,
And He gently lifts my mood.
I don't know if it's my special place,
Or the Lord above, Himself;
But somehow when I leave there,
I feel that I have wealth.
Perhaps it's just my being there;
Or maybe it's God's own way,
Of telling me to try again;
It's the dawning of a new day.
~Author Unknown~
ON THE WINGS OF A PRAYER
Just close your Eyes and open your heart,
And feel your worries and cares depart.
Just yield yourself to the Father above,
And let him hold you secure in his love.
For life on earth grows more involved,
With endless problems that can't be solved,
But God only ask us to do our best,
Then he will take over and finish the rest...
So when you are tired, discouraged and blue,
There is always one door that is open to you,
And that is the door to The House of Prayer,
And you'll find God waiting to meet you there.
And The House of Prayer is no further away,
than the quiet spot where you kneel and pray.
For the heart is a temple when God is there
As we place ourselves in his loving care.
And he hears every prayer and answers each one
When we Pray in His name - Thy will be done.
The burdens that seemed too heavy to bear
Are lifted away on the wings of a prayer.
~Author Unknown~
MOUNTAINS TO CLIMB
Some days I get tired
of fighting it all,
The more I seem to try,
the more I fall.
And as I study
my accomplishments in review,
I realize they've been rather few.
No wonder I ask myself,
"Why struggle today?"
"Why not give up?"
That's the easy way.
But the universe's architect,
in His infinite plan,
Designed a challenge
to make a man a man.
The stumbling blocks of life
He placed in our way,
Are merely stairsteps
to success each day.
So when I feel like quitting next time,
Let me remember,
God made
MOUNTAINS TO CLIMB.
~By Billy Burden~
THANK GOD FOR THE LITTLE THINGS
Thank you, God, for little things
That often come our way.
The things we take for granted
But don't mention when we pray.
The unexpected courtesy,
The thoughtful, kindly deed.
A hand reached out to help us
In the time of sudden need.
Oh make us more aware, dear God.
Of daily little graces
That come to us with "sweet surprise"
From never-dreamed-of places.
~By Helen Steiner Rice~
GOD WALKS BESIDE YOU
When life's road seems dark and foreboding,
And the hills too steep to climb,
And you just know you're going to stumble
In simply "a matter of time,"
Don't ever stop walking - just slow down,
And you'll find some time each day
To enjoy the countless wonders
Gold has placed along the way.
If the going ever gets too tough
And you really could use a friend -
Remember - God walks beside you,
As He will till your jouney's end.
Just reach out and call His name.
He'll guide you and protect you,
And help you understand...
That life is never easy.
There will be joy and sorrow,
But if you learn to turn to Him
He'll get you through each "tomorrow".
~By Doris A. Orth~
CROSSROADS
Sometimes we come to life's crossroads and
View what we think is the end,
But God has a much wider vision and
He knows it's only a bend --
The road will go on and get smoother, and
After we've stopped for a rest,
The path that lies hidden beyond us is
Often the part that is best.
So rest and relax and grow stronger
Let go and let God share your load,
And have faith in a brighter tomorrow
You've just come to a bend in the road.
~Author Unknown~
"THANK YOU, LORD..."
Even though I clutch my blanket
and growl when the alarm rings each morning.
Thank You, Lord,
that I can hear.
There are those who are deaf.
Even though I keep my eyes tightly closed
against the morning light
as long as possible.
Thank You, Lord,
that I can see.
There are many who are blind.
Even though I huddle in my bed
and put off the physical effort
of rising.
Thank You, Lord,
that I have the strength to rise.
There are many who are bedfast.
Even though the first hour
of the day is hectic,
when socks are lost,
toast is burned, tempers are short,
Thank You, Lord,
for my family.
There are many who are lonely.
Even though our breakfast table
never looks like the pictures
in the ladies' magazines
and the menu is at times unbalanced,
Thank You, Lord,
for the food we have.
There are many who are hungry.
Even though the routine
of my job is often monotonous,
Thank You, Lord,
for the opportunity to work.
There are many who have no work.
Even though I grumble
and bemoan my fate from day to day
and wish my modest circumstances
were not quite so modest,
Thank You, Lord,
for the gift of Life.
~Author Unknown~
WHISPER JESUS
Today I got a burden,
And I felt that I should pray,
For God's spirit seemed to tell me,
That you were having a bad day.
I don't know just what that problem is,
But I sure do know the cure,
And if you'll only let Him,
God will keep you safe and secure.
In life there's always problems,
Cropping up to spoil our day,
But my friend, you know the answer,
All you have to do, is "PRAY."
If you still feel you're defeated,
And you want to run and hide,
Just reach out, and I'll be there,
Standing right there by your side.
So remember -- WHISPER JESUS,
For He's just a prayer away,
He's so close that you can touch Him,
All you have to do, is "pray".
~Author Unknown~
A PRAYER FOR YOU ALL
May your thoughts lead you often
to some quiet and restful place.
May you meet each new tomorrow
with a smile upon your face.
May you reach the star you aim for
and may your dreams all come true,
And where ever life takes you
may happiness always be with you.
~Author Unknown~
A NEW DAY
Dear God,
Thank You for this new day,
Its beauty and its light.
Thank You,
for my chance to begin again.
Free me from the limitations
of yesterday.
May I become more fully a reflection
of Your radiance.
Give me strength and compassion
and courage and wisdom.
Show me the light in myself
and others.
May I recognize the good
that is available everywhere.
May I be, this day,
an instrument of love and healing.
Lead me into gentle pastures.
Give me deep peace that,
I might serve You most deeply.
Amen
~Author Unknown~
TAKE MY HAND
I cannot ease your aching heart,
Nor take your pain away,
But let me stay and take your hand
And walk with you today.
I'll listen when you need to talk,
I'll wipe away your tears,
I'll share your worries when they come,
I'll help you face your fears.
I'm here and I will stand by you,
Each hill you have to climb.
So take my hand, let's face the world,
Live one day at a time.
You're not alone, for I'm still here...
I'll go that extra mile.
And when your grief is easier,
I'll help you learn to smile!
~Author Unknown~
WHY GOD MADE FRIENDS
God made the world with a heartfull of love,
Then He looked down from heaven above,
And saw that we all need a helping hand,
Someone to share with, who'll understand.
He made special people to see us through
The glad times and the sad times, too;
A person on whom we can always depend,
Someone we can call a FRIEND.
~Author Unknown~
THANK YOU JESUS
Jesus, You have been so good to me,
You watch over me night and day.
Blessing every step I take,
While You keep the devil at bay.
Thank You Jesus.
You calm the storms in my life.
Shelter me in a time of rain.
Always staying by my side,
And bearing all my pain.
Yes, I Thank You Jesus.
You have opened up doors for me,
And pick me up when I am down.
Guiding me when I am lost,
As you have turned my life around.
Oh, I Thank You Lord Jesus.
Your love is deeper than the deepest sea.
Your blood washes me from within.
You are the saviour of my life.
You forgive me when I sin.
And, I Will Always Thank You
Wonderful Lord Jesus.
May The Peace Of The Lord Be With You.
~By Terry Sneed~
WHAT CHILDREN SAY :-)
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THUNDERSTORM
When a mother saw a thunderstorm
forming in mid-afternoon,
she worried about her seven-year-old daughter
who would be walking the three blocks
from school to home.
Deciding to meet her,
the mother saw her walking
nonchalantly along,
stopping to smile whenever lightning flashed.
Glimpsing her mother,
the little girl ran to her,
explaining enthusiastically,
"All the way home, God's been taking my picture!"
~Author Unknown~
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WHERE GOD AIN'T
He was just a little boy,
on a week's first day.
He was wandering home from Sunday School,
and dawdling on his way.
He scuffed his shoes into the grass,
he found a caterpillar.
He found a fluffy milkweed pod,
and blew out all the "filler".
A bird's nest in a tree overhead,
so wisely placed on high,
Was just another wonder
that caught his eager eye.
A neighbor watched his zig zag course
and hailed him from the lawn;
Asked him where he'd been that day
and what was going on.
"I've been to Bible School", he said
and turned a piece of sod.
He picked up a wiggly worm replying,
"I've learned a lot of God."
"M'm a very fine way," the neighbor said,
"for a boy to spend his time.
"If you'll tell me where God is,
I'll give you a brand new dime."
Quick as a flash the answer came!
Nor were his accents faint.
"I'll give you a dollar, Mister,
if you can tell me where God ain't."
~Author Unknown~
A FEW THOUGHTFUL QUOTES...
Just as there is no beginning or ending to a circle...
here is no beginning or ending to God's Love...
Every single act of love bears the imprint of God...
God made Friends
so we'll carry a part of His perfect love
In all our hearts.
GOD QUOTES
"God sometimes puts us in the dark
for us to see the light."
"God is able to do immeasurable deeds."
"Where God guides, He always provides."
"God's help is only a prayer away."
"God without man is still God.
Man without God is nothing."
"Prayer changes things."
Elain's GOD And Jesus Poems
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from worry and care...
Its time for a Faith lift!"
A COUPLE OF BLESSINGS
May your thoughts lead you often
to some quiet and restful place.
May you meet each new tomorrow
with a smile upon your face.
May you reach the star you aim for
and may your dreams all come true,
And where ever life takes you
may happiness always be with you.
~Author Unknown~
GOD'S WAY
When times seem bad
And clouds are gray
A window in heaven will open
And there will be a way.
God has this perfect plan
For us all defined
We just need to tune into God's will
And all will be fine.
Sometimes in the course
Of our busy day
We offer our problems to God and say
'Your will be done' we pray.
After we give it all to God
Our faith begins to fade.
Lord Jesus, I think I have a better solution
And another request is made.
Remember, just give it to the Lord
And leave it there
God in all his miracles,
Will always be fair.
When he works out your problems
And delivers you from despair,
It's not just a one time shot
He will always keep you in his care.
~By Sharon Lambkin~
MY HAND IN GOD'S
Each morning when I wake I say,
"I place my hand in God's today;"
I know He'll walk close by my side
My every wandering step to guide.
He leads me with the tenderest care
When paths are dark and I despair--
No need for me to understand
If I but hold fast to His hand.
My hand in His! No surer way
to walk in safety through each day.
By His great bounty I am fed;
Warmed by His love, and comforted.
When at day's end I seek my rest
And realize how much I'm blessed,
My thanks pour out to Him; and then
I place my hand in God's again.
~By Florence Scripps Kellogg~
THIS IS MY PRAYER
Bless me, heavenly Father,
forgive my erring ways,
Grant me strength to serve Thee,
put purpose in my days...
Give me understanding,
enough to make me kind
So I may judge all people
with my heart and not my mind...
And teach me to be patient
in everything I do,
Content to trust Your Wisdom
and to follow after You...
And help me when I falter
and hear me when I pray.
And receive me in Thy Kingdom
to dwell with Thee some day.
~By Helen Steiner Rice~
WHEN THE WORLD FORGETS...
who you are,
to share your pain,
to be kind,
to be compassionate,
to smile,
to lift a helping hand,
the sick,
the lonely,
the frazzled, worn, caretaker,
to understand,
to love,
to say "Good Morning",
to let us remember,
to say, "I Love You",
to let us forget,
to say, "Good Night",
to show they care,
to be our friend,
to listen,
to hear,
to speak,
to give gifts of kindness,
to always be there for us,
...God always remembers.
~Author Unknown~
GOD IS A LAMP
God is a lamp to light my path
When I cannot see.
He makes the darkness turn to morn,
My God is leading me.
His comfort with the rod and staff,
He gives courage along the way.
God is a lamp to light my path,
I need to trust, obey.
And when it seems the darkest night,
And I cannot find my way,
I hear Him whisper, "It's all right,
Just look to Me, and pray."
Soon 'twill be morning; the sun will rise.
Night will be no more.
God is a lamp to light my path,
'Til I reach that shining shore.
~By Norma Woodbridge~
GOD'S BEEN GOOD TO ME
I'm mindful of the blessings
That come my way each day.
My heart is overflowing
Each time I kneel to pray.
I'm thankful for the seasons;
Each one's a masterpiece.
I'm allowed to work the land,
But God still holds the lease.
I'm grateful for the friendships
That brighten sorrow's way,
Because my cup of happiness
Sustains me everyday.
I love the children and the flowers
That decorate my life
And the quiet, gentle hours
Free from worry and strife.
I'm grateful for eyes that see
The beauty of it all
Because God's been good to me
And blessed me through it all.
I'm thankful for the little things
That fill my life with love.
The best things in life are free;
They come from God above!
~By Clay Harrison~
GIVE ME A GRATEFUL HEART, LORD
Give me a grateful heart, Lord,
For each small favor granted,
As years unfold, may I behold
Life, still, through eyes enchanted.
Let me find beauty in all things,
Not to be blind to see
The goodness in my fellowman,
That he would find in me.
Grant that my ears remain attuned,
To hear the smallest sigh,
And may I lead a gentle touch,
To those less sure than I.
Let me remember lessons learned,
To profit from the past,
And may I build a bridge of dreams,
That shall forever last.
Let me rejoice in simple things,
I need no wealth to buy,
The scent of pine upon the wind,
A burnished copper sky.
Scarlet roses on the fence,
Sunrise through the trees -
Oh, Grant that I may not outgrow
Affinity for these!
Give me a grateful heart, Lord;
Let me be satisfied,
When days are less than sunny,
And plans lie at low tide.
Life is an adventure,
That will lead to who knows where,
So, give me a grateful heart, Lord,
That I may always care.
~By Grace Easley~
I ASKED FOR....
I asked for strength
and God gave me difficulties
to make me strong.
I asked for wisdom
and God gave me problems
to solve.
I asked for prosperity
and God gave me brawn and brain
to work.
I asked for courage
and God gave me dangers
to overcome.
I asked for patience
God placed me
in situations where I was forced to wait.
I asked for love
and God gave me
troubled people to help.
I asked for favors
and God gave me
opportunities.
I received nothing I wanted.
I received everything I needed.
MY PRAYERS HAVE BEEN ANSWERED
~Author Unknown~
I SAW JESUS
I saw Jesus last week.
He was wearing blue jeans and an old shirt.
He was up at the church building;
He was alone and working hard.
For just a minute,
he looked a little like one of our members.
But it was Jesus,
I could tell by his smile.
I saw Jesus last Sunday.
He was teaching a Bible class.
He didn't talk real loud or use long words,
But you could tell he believed what he said.
For just a minute,
he looked like my Sunday School teacher.
But it was Jesus,
I could tell by his loving voice.
I saw Jesus yesterday.
He was at the hospital
visiting a friend who was sick.
They prayed together quietly.
For just a minute,
he looked like Brother Jones.
But it was Jesus,
I could tell by the tears in his eyes.
I saw Jesus this morning.
He was in my kitchen
making my breakfast
and fixing me a special lunch.
For just a minute,
he looked like my mom.
But it was Jesus,
I could feel the love from his heart.
I see Jesus everywhere,
Taking food to the sick,
Welcoming others to his home,
Being friendly to a newcomer
and for just a minute
I think he's someone I know.
But it's always Jesus,
I can tell by the way he serves.
May someone see Jesus in you today.
~Author Unknown~
THE GREAT ARTIST
His canvas is the whole wide world,
The brush, His mighty hand,
His palette made up beautifully -
He's the Teacher in command.
His clouds are white and billowy
With a hint of pink and gray,
He paints each slender blade of grass
To make a perfect day.
The flowers are carefully tinted
In shades of red and blue.
The water added, so to match
The sky of azure hue.
Surely such a picture
Could only have been planned
And brought before our very eyes
By God's artistic hand!
~By S. Walter~
DAILY THINGS
Thank You, Lord, for daily things
which mean so much to me -
For the majesty of morning sun,
and moonlight on the sea.
Thank You for a job to do,
for a home filled with love,
And thanks for the trials too,
and faith in things above.
Thank You, Lord, for daily prayer,
and friends who come to call -
For the budding rose of springtime,
and the golden leaves of fall.
Thank You, Lord, for April rain
when rainbows fill the sky,
And for the pride inside my heart
when Old Glory passes by.
We praise You, Lord, for eyes that see
when snow begins to fall.
Thank You, Lord, for daily things
which bless us one and all!
~By Clay Harrison~
YOU WILL NEVER WALK ALONE
I said, " The path is steep."
He said, " I'm at your side."
I said, "But I am weak."
He said, "For you I died."
I said, "Dark valleys come."
He said, "I'll guide you through."
I said, "But I'm not brave."
He said, "I'll walk with you."
I said, "Be light to me,
And strength as I go on."
He said, "I'm more. I'm love,
You'll never walk alone."
~Author Unknown~
HELLO GOD
Hello God, I called tonight
To talk a little while...
I need a friend who'll listen
To my anxiety and trial.
You see, I can't quite make it
Through a day just on my own...
I need your love to guide me,
So I'll never feel alone.
I want to ask you please to keep,
My family safe and sound.
Come and fill their lives with confidence
For whatever fate they're bound.
Give me faith, Dear God, to face
Each hour throughout the day,
And not to worry over things
I can't change in any way.
I thank you God, for being home
And listening to my call.
For giving me such good advice
When I stumble and fall.
Your number, God, is the only one,
That answers every time.
I never get a busy signal,
Never had to pay a dime.
So thank you God for listening
To my troubles and my sorrow.
Good night, God, I love You, too,
And I'll call again tomorrow!
~Author Unknown~
DAWNING OF A NEW DAY
Sometimes when I'm weary
And feel I can't go on,
I sneak off to my "special place "
In the light of early dawn.
My place is deep in woodlands;
" God's Country " it's called by some.
When my burden gets too heavy,
I hear my place call, " Come ".
I go there when I'm saddened,
And my heart is aching so;
The beauty and serenity
Help to ease my pain, I know.
It's there that I find comfort;
Sometimes I need solitude.
I feel so much closer to God,
And He gently lifts my mood.
I don't know if it's my special place,
Or the Lord above, Himself;
But somehow when I leave there,
I feel that I have wealth.
Perhaps it's just my being there;
Or maybe it's God's own way,
Of telling me to try again;
It's the dawning of a new day.
~Author Unknown~
ON THE WINGS OF A PRAYER
Just close your Eyes and open your heart,
And feel your worries and cares depart.
Just yield yourself to the Father above,
And let him hold you secure in his love.
For life on earth grows more involved,
With endless problems that can't be solved,
But God only ask us to do our best,
Then he will take over and finish the rest...
So when you are tired, discouraged and blue,
There is always one door that is open to you,
And that is the door to The House of Prayer,
And you'll find God waiting to meet you there.
And The House of Prayer is no further away,
than the quiet spot where you kneel and pray.
For the heart is a temple when God is there
As we place ourselves in his loving care.
And he hears every prayer and answers each one
When we Pray in His name - Thy will be done.
The burdens that seemed too heavy to bear
Are lifted away on the wings of a prayer.
~Author Unknown~
MOUNTAINS TO CLIMB
Some days I get tired
of fighting it all,
The more I seem to try,
the more I fall.
And as I study
my accomplishments in review,
I realize they've been rather few.
No wonder I ask myself,
"Why struggle today?"
"Why not give up?"
That's the easy way.
But the universe's architect,
in His infinite plan,
Designed a challenge
to make a man a man.
The stumbling blocks of life
He placed in our way,
Are merely stairsteps
to success each day.
So when I feel like quitting next time,
Let me remember,
God made
MOUNTAINS TO CLIMB.
~By Billy Burden~
THANK GOD FOR THE LITTLE THINGS
Thank you, God, for little things
That often come our way.
The things we take for granted
But don't mention when we pray.
The unexpected courtesy,
The thoughtful, kindly deed.
A hand reached out to help us
In the time of sudden need.
Oh make us more aware, dear God.
Of daily little graces
That come to us with "sweet surprise"
From never-dreamed-of places.
~By Helen Steiner Rice~
GOD WALKS BESIDE YOU
When life's road seems dark and foreboding,
And the hills too steep to climb,
And you just know you're going to stumble
In simply "a matter of time,"
Don't ever stop walking - just slow down,
And you'll find some time each day
To enjoy the countless wonders
Gold has placed along the way.
If the going ever gets too tough
And you really could use a friend -
Remember - God walks beside you,
As He will till your jouney's end.
Just reach out and call His name.
He'll guide you and protect you,
And help you understand...
That life is never easy.
There will be joy and sorrow,
But if you learn to turn to Him
He'll get you through each "tomorrow".
~By Doris A. Orth~
CROSSROADS
Sometimes we come to life's crossroads and
View what we think is the end,
But God has a much wider vision and
He knows it's only a bend --
The road will go on and get smoother, and
After we've stopped for a rest,
The path that lies hidden beyond us is
Often the part that is best.
So rest and relax and grow stronger
Let go and let God share your load,
And have faith in a brighter tomorrow
You've just come to a bend in the road.
~Author Unknown~
"THANK YOU, LORD..."
Even though I clutch my blanket
and growl when the alarm rings each morning.
Thank You, Lord,
that I can hear.
There are those who are deaf.
Even though I keep my eyes tightly closed
against the morning light
as long as possible.
Thank You, Lord,
that I can see.
There are many who are blind.
Even though I huddle in my bed
and put off the physical effort
of rising.
Thank You, Lord,
that I have the strength to rise.
There are many who are bedfast.
Even though the first hour
of the day is hectic,
when socks are lost,
toast is burned, tempers are short,
Thank You, Lord,
for my family.
There are many who are lonely.
Even though our breakfast table
never looks like the pictures
in the ladies' magazines
and the menu is at times unbalanced,
Thank You, Lord,
for the food we have.
There are many who are hungry.
Even though the routine
of my job is often monotonous,
Thank You, Lord,
for the opportunity to work.
There are many who have no work.
Even though I grumble
and bemoan my fate from day to day
and wish my modest circumstances
were not quite so modest,
Thank You, Lord,
for the gift of Life.
~Author Unknown~
WHISPER JESUS
Today I got a burden,
And I felt that I should pray,
For God's spirit seemed to tell me,
That you were having a bad day.
I don't know just what that problem is,
But I sure do know the cure,
And if you'll only let Him,
God will keep you safe and secure.
In life there's always problems,
Cropping up to spoil our day,
But my friend, you know the answer,
All you have to do, is "PRAY."
If you still feel you're defeated,
And you want to run and hide,
Just reach out, and I'll be there,
Standing right there by your side.
So remember -- WHISPER JESUS,
For He's just a prayer away,
He's so close that you can touch Him,
All you have to do, is "pray".
~Author Unknown~
A PRAYER FOR YOU ALL
May your thoughts lead you often
to some quiet and restful place.
May you meet each new tomorrow
with a smile upon your face.
May you reach the star you aim for
and may your dreams all come true,
And where ever life takes you
may happiness always be with you.
~Author Unknown~
A NEW DAY
Dear God,
Thank You for this new day,
Its beauty and its light.
Thank You,
for my chance to begin again.
Free me from the limitations
of yesterday.
May I become more fully a reflection
of Your radiance.
Give me strength and compassion
and courage and wisdom.
Show me the light in myself
and others.
May I recognize the good
that is available everywhere.
May I be, this day,
an instrument of love and healing.
Lead me into gentle pastures.
Give me deep peace that,
I might serve You most deeply.
Amen
~Author Unknown~
TAKE MY HAND
I cannot ease your aching heart,
Nor take your pain away,
But let me stay and take your hand
And walk with you today.
I'll listen when you need to talk,
I'll wipe away your tears,
I'll share your worries when they come,
I'll help you face your fears.
I'm here and I will stand by you,
Each hill you have to climb.
So take my hand, let's face the world,
Live one day at a time.
You're not alone, for I'm still here...
I'll go that extra mile.
And when your grief is easier,
I'll help you learn to smile!
~Author Unknown~
WHY GOD MADE FRIENDS
God made the world with a heartfull of love,
Then He looked down from heaven above,
And saw that we all need a helping hand,
Someone to share with, who'll understand.
He made special people to see us through
The glad times and the sad times, too;
A person on whom we can always depend,
Someone we can call a FRIEND.
~Author Unknown~
THANK YOU JESUS
Jesus, You have been so good to me,
You watch over me night and day.
Blessing every step I take,
While You keep the devil at bay.
Thank You Jesus.
You calm the storms in my life.
Shelter me in a time of rain.
Always staying by my side,
And bearing all my pain.
Yes, I Thank You Jesus.
You have opened up doors for me,
And pick me up when I am down.
Guiding me when I am lost,
As you have turned my life around.
Oh, I Thank You Lord Jesus.
Your love is deeper than the deepest sea.
Your blood washes me from within.
You are the saviour of my life.
You forgive me when I sin.
And, I Will Always Thank You
Wonderful Lord Jesus.
May The Peace Of The Lord Be With You.
~By Terry Sneed~
WHAT CHILDREN SAY :-)
*+*
THUNDERSTORM
When a mother saw a thunderstorm
forming in mid-afternoon,
she worried about her seven-year-old daughter
who would be walking the three blocks
from school to home.
Deciding to meet her,
the mother saw her walking
nonchalantly along,
stopping to smile whenever lightning flashed.
Glimpsing her mother,
the little girl ran to her,
explaining enthusiastically,
"All the way home, God's been taking my picture!"
~Author Unknown~
*+*+*+*+*
WHERE GOD AIN'T
He was just a little boy,
on a week's first day.
He was wandering home from Sunday School,
and dawdling on his way.
He scuffed his shoes into the grass,
he found a caterpillar.
He found a fluffy milkweed pod,
and blew out all the "filler".
A bird's nest in a tree overhead,
so wisely placed on high,
Was just another wonder
that caught his eager eye.
A neighbor watched his zig zag course
and hailed him from the lawn;
Asked him where he'd been that day
and what was going on.
"I've been to Bible School", he said
and turned a piece of sod.
He picked up a wiggly worm replying,
"I've learned a lot of God."
"M'm a very fine way," the neighbor said,
"for a boy to spend his time.
"If you'll tell me where God is,
I'll give you a brand new dime."
Quick as a flash the answer came!
Nor were his accents faint.
"I'll give you a dollar, Mister,
if you can tell me where God ain't."
~Author Unknown~
A FEW THOUGHTFUL QUOTES...
Just as there is no beginning or ending to a circle...
here is no beginning or ending to God's Love...
Every single act of love bears the imprint of God...
God made Friends
so we'll carry a part of His perfect love
In all our hearts.
GOD QUOTES
"God sometimes puts us in the dark
for us to see the light."
"God is able to do immeasurable deeds."
"Where God guides, He always provides."
"God's help is only a prayer away."
"God without man is still God.
Man without God is nothing."
"Prayer changes things."
Elain's GOD And Jesus Poems
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Monday, April 4, 2011
Kabir - Dohas (couplets) ! (with translation)
Dohas (Couplets) I (with translation)
Chalti Chakki Dekh Kar, Diya Kabira Roye
Dui Paatan Ke Beech Mein,Sabit Bacha Na
[Looking at the grinding stones, Kabir laments
In the duel of wheels, nothing stays intact.]
**
Bura Jo Dekhan Main Chala, Bura Naa Milya Koye
Jo Munn Khoja Apnaa, To Mujhse Bura Naa Koye
[I searched for the crooked man, met not a single one
Then searched myself, "I" found the crooked one]
**
Kaal Kare So Aaj Kar, Aaj Kare So Ub
Pal Mein Pralaya Hoyegi, Bahuri Karoge Kub
[Tomorrow's work do today, today's work now
if the moment is lost, the work be done how]
**
Aisee Vani Boliye, Mun Ka Aapa Khoye
Apna Tan Sheetal Kare, Auran Ko Sukh Hoye
[Speak such words, sans ego's ploy
Body remains composed, giving the listener joy]
**
Dheere Dheere Re Mana, Dheere Sub Kutch Hoye
Mali Seenche So Ghara, Ritu Aaye Phal Hoye
[Slowly slowly O mind, everything in own pace happens
The gardiner may water with a hundred buckets, fruit arrives only in its season]
**
Sayeen Itna Deejiye, Ja Mein Kutumb Samaye
Main Bhi Bhookha Na Rahun, Sadhu Na Bhookha Jaye
[Give so much, O God, suffice to envelop my clan
I should not suffer cravings, nor the visitor go unfed]
**
Bada Hua To Kya Hua, Jaise Ped Khajoor
Panthi Ko Chaya Nahin, Phal Laage Atidoor
[In vain is the eminence, just like a date tree
No shade for travelers, fruit is hard to reach]
**
Jaise Til Mein Tel Hai, Jyon Chakmak Mein Aag
Tera Sayeen Tujh Mein Hai, Tu Jaag Sake To Jaag
[Just as seed contains the oil, fire's in flint stone
Your temple seats the Divine, realize if you can]
**
Kabira Khara Bazaar Mein, Mange Sabki Khair
Na Kahu Se Dosti, Na Kahu Se Bair
[Kabira in the market place, wishes welfare of all
Neither friendship nor enmity with anyone at all]
**
Pothi Padh Padh Kar Jag Mua, Pandit Bhayo Na Koye
Dhai Aakhar Prem Ke, Jo Padhe so Pandit Hoye
[Reading books where everyone died, none became anymore wise
One who reads the word of Love, only becomes wise]
**
Dukh Mein Simran Sab Kare, Sukh Mein Kare Na Koye
Jo Sukh Mein Simran Kare, Tau Dukh Kahe Ko Hoye
[In anguish everyone prays to Him, in joy does none
To One who prays in happiness, how sorrow can come]
Source Old Poetry
Chalti Chakki Dekh Kar, Diya Kabira Roye
Dui Paatan Ke Beech Mein,Sabit Bacha Na
[Looking at the grinding stones, Kabir laments
In the duel of wheels, nothing stays intact.]
**
Bura Jo Dekhan Main Chala, Bura Naa Milya Koye
Jo Munn Khoja Apnaa, To Mujhse Bura Naa Koye
[I searched for the crooked man, met not a single one
Then searched myself, "I" found the crooked one]
**
Kaal Kare So Aaj Kar, Aaj Kare So Ub
Pal Mein Pralaya Hoyegi, Bahuri Karoge Kub
[Tomorrow's work do today, today's work now
if the moment is lost, the work be done how]
**
Aisee Vani Boliye, Mun Ka Aapa Khoye
Apna Tan Sheetal Kare, Auran Ko Sukh Hoye
[Speak such words, sans ego's ploy
Body remains composed, giving the listener joy]
**
Dheere Dheere Re Mana, Dheere Sub Kutch Hoye
Mali Seenche So Ghara, Ritu Aaye Phal Hoye
[Slowly slowly O mind, everything in own pace happens
The gardiner may water with a hundred buckets, fruit arrives only in its season]
**
Sayeen Itna Deejiye, Ja Mein Kutumb Samaye
Main Bhi Bhookha Na Rahun, Sadhu Na Bhookha Jaye
[Give so much, O God, suffice to envelop my clan
I should not suffer cravings, nor the visitor go unfed]
**
Bada Hua To Kya Hua, Jaise Ped Khajoor
Panthi Ko Chaya Nahin, Phal Laage Atidoor
[In vain is the eminence, just like a date tree
No shade for travelers, fruit is hard to reach]
**
Jaise Til Mein Tel Hai, Jyon Chakmak Mein Aag
Tera Sayeen Tujh Mein Hai, Tu Jaag Sake To Jaag
[Just as seed contains the oil, fire's in flint stone
Your temple seats the Divine, realize if you can]
**
Kabira Khara Bazaar Mein, Mange Sabki Khair
Na Kahu Se Dosti, Na Kahu Se Bair
[Kabira in the market place, wishes welfare of all
Neither friendship nor enmity with anyone at all]
**
Pothi Padh Padh Kar Jag Mua, Pandit Bhayo Na Koye
Dhai Aakhar Prem Ke, Jo Padhe so Pandit Hoye
[Reading books where everyone died, none became anymore wise
One who reads the word of Love, only becomes wise]
**
Dukh Mein Simran Sab Kare, Sukh Mein Kare Na Koye
Jo Sukh Mein Simran Kare, Tau Dukh Kahe Ko Hoye
[In anguish everyone prays to Him, in joy does none
To One who prays in happiness, how sorrow can come]
Source Old Poetry
Loveria
A disease very similar to malaria, called Loveria. Yes, it is love in which every throbbing human being is indulging without knowing its lethal consequences. This love disease has symptoms of severe palpitation, increased heartbeat and adrenal level. The patient feels as if he were going to expire without that which is the only cure of this disease. You will be thinking that there are patent medicines for it and also electrocardiography. No at all; the beloved person is the only cure for it.
A malaria spreads through the bite of female anopheles mosquito, similarly, love proliferates through killer glances of fashionable and attractive coquettes and it becomes difficult for the poor sufferer to escape out of the entanglements of these enchantments and spells.
Now the real injuries start. Heart is the main victim. Cardiac muscles become weakened and fired by the unbearable burden of love. With the result of heart attack. Brain becomes infected with malignant love penetrating through nerves into the whole body. The patient is now moony and mad. We always hear a chap saying to his loved one, “ I am in your love.” So it is the real greatness of the patient that he admits that he’s mad.
Love becomes much more injurious to the sufferer when the parents of his beloved and his own become aware of this affair. Now there is no hideaway for the young sufferer fellow as the rage of both parents reaches its climax. And the chances of his survival?? No ways!!
Heavily battered with many beatings from both sides, the patient now feels a little bit relieved. His free roaming in streets and stay near a particular house is banned. But this attention has not much lasting effect on him. He tries to contact his beloved through phones, by SMS or chatting. When parents see that he is not going to stop, they eliminate and discard all these things. In this way, love becomes hazardous to other members of home as well because now they are facing…………
So, deadly effects do not influence the sufferer only but the whole family and it disturbs community. Unfortunately, there is no exact cure of love. The patient may be given lovage with hot drink twice a day. But this will not do the trick to avoid the injuries of love. I shall advise not as a physician but as a friend that change your route whenever you see any girl coming just considering her a black cat.
Only by this practice, you can keep yourself away from this nasty love disease.
Surce of text - www.hudabia.org
A disease very similar to malaria, called Loveria. Yes, it is love in which every throbbing human being is indulging without knowing its lethal consequences. This love disease has symptoms of severe palpitation, increased heartbeat and adrenal level. The patient feels as if he were going to expire without that which is the only cure of this disease. You will be thinking that there are patent medicines for it and also electrocardiography. No at all; the beloved person is the only cure for it.
A malaria spreads through the bite of female anopheles mosquito, similarly, love proliferates through killer glances of fashionable and attractive coquettes and it becomes difficult for the poor sufferer to escape out of the entanglements of these enchantments and spells.
Now the real injuries start. Heart is the main victim. Cardiac muscles become weakened and fired by the unbearable burden of love. With the result of heart attack. Brain becomes infected with malignant love penetrating through nerves into the whole body. The patient is now moony and mad. We always hear a chap saying to his loved one, “ I am in your love.” So it is the real greatness of the patient that he admits that he’s mad.
Love becomes much more injurious to the sufferer when the parents of his beloved and his own become aware of this affair. Now there is no hideaway for the young sufferer fellow as the rage of both parents reaches its climax. And the chances of his survival?? No ways!!
Heavily battered with many beatings from both sides, the patient now feels a little bit relieved. His free roaming in streets and stay near a particular house is banned. But this attention has not much lasting effect on him. He tries to contact his beloved through phones, by SMS or chatting. When parents see that he is not going to stop, they eliminate and discard all these things. In this way, love becomes hazardous to other members of home as well because now they are facing…………
So, deadly effects do not influence the sufferer only but the whole family and it disturbs community. Unfortunately, there is no exact cure of love. The patient may be given lovage with hot drink twice a day. But this will not do the trick to avoid the injuries of love. I shall advise not as a physician but as a friend that change your route whenever you see any girl coming just considering her a black cat.
Only by this practice, you can keep yourself away from this nasty love disease.
Surce of text - www.hudabia.org
Quotations about God
Quotations about God
Any fool can count the seeds in an apple. Only God can count all the apples in one seed. ~Robert H. Schuller
Every evening I turn my worries over to God. He's going to be up all night anyway. ~Mary C. Crowley
God loves each of us as if there were only one of us. ~St. Augustine
Young man, young man, your arm's too short to box with God. ~James Weldon Johnson
God understands our prayers even when we can't find the words to say them. ~Author Unknown
What we are is God's gift to us. What we become is our gift to God. ~Eleanor Powell
A man with God is always in the majority. ~John Knox
Certain thoughts are prayers. There are moments when, whatever be the attitude of the body, the soul is on its knees. ~Victor Hugo
You can tell the size of your God by looking at the size of your worry list. The longer your list, the smaller your God. ~Author Unknown
Maybe the atheist cannot find God for the same reason a thief cannot find a policeman. ~Author Unknown
If God had wanted to be a big secret, He would not have created babbling brooks and whispering pines. ~Robert Brault, www.robertbrault.com
I don't know if God exists, but it would be better for His reputation if He didn't. ~Jules Renard
A man can no more diminish God's glory by refusing to worship Him than a lunatic can put out the sun by scribbling the word, 'darkness' on the walls of his cell. ~C.S. Lewis, The Problem of Pain
The soul can split the sky in two and let the face of God shine through. ~Edna St. Vincent Millay
God is not a cosmic bellboy for whom we can press a button to get things done. ~Harry Emerson Fosdick
The feeling remains that God is on the journey, too. ~Teresa of Avila
God's last name is not "Dammit." ~Author Unknown
Once one has seen God, what is the remedy? ~Sylvia Plath, "Mystic"
As the poet said, "Only God can make a tree" - probably because it's so hard to figure out how to get the bark on. ~Woody Allen
Clearly, God is a Democrat. ~Patrick Caddell
God: The most popular scapegoat for our sins. ~Mark Twain
But I always think that the best way to know God is to love many things. ~Vincent van Gogh, Dear Theo: An Autobiography of Vincent van Gogh, 1937
No matter how much I prove and prod,
I cannot quite believe in God;
But oh, I hope to God that He
Unswervingly believes in me.
~E.Y. Harburg, attributed
People see God every day, they just don't recognize him. ~Pearl Bailey
How tired God must be of guilt and loneliness, for that is all we ever bring to Him. ~Mignon McLaughlin, The Neurotic's Notebook, 1960
God's will is not an itinerary, but an attitude. ~Andrew Dhuse
Let God's promises shine on your problems. ~Corrie Ten Boom
How can I believe in God when just last week I got my tongue caught in the roller of an electric typewriter? ~Woody Allen, "Selections from the Allen Notebooks," Without Feathers, 1975
I just hope God does not get bored of dreaming me. ~Author Unknown
By night, an atheist half believes in God. ~Edward Young, Night Thoughts
Experience has repeatedly confirmed that well-known maxim of Bacon's that "a little philosophy inclineth a man's mind to atheism, but depth in philosophy bringeth men's minds about to religion." At the same time, when Bacon penned that sage epigram... he forgot to add that the God to whom depth in philosophy brings back men's minds is far from being the same from whom a little philosophy estranges them. ~George Santayana
You found God? If nobody claims him in thirty days, he's yours! ~Author Unknown
When I saw others straining toward God, I did not understand it, for though I may have had him less than they did, there was no one blocking the way between him and me, and I could reach his heart easily. It is up to him, after all, to have us, our part consists of almost solely in letting him grasp us. ~Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke and Benvenuta: An Intimate Correspondence
God's gifts put man's best dreams to shame. ~Elizabeth Barrett Browning
I know God will not give me anything I can't handle. I just wish that He didn't trust me so much. ~Mother Teresa
In many areas of understanding, none so much as in our understanding of God, we bump up against a simplicity so profound that we must assign complexities to it to comprehend it at all. It is mindful of how we paste decals to a sliding glass door to keep from bumping our nose against it. ~Robert Brault, www.robertbrault.com
I simply haven't the nerve to imagine a being, a force, a cause which keeps the planets revolving in their orbits, and then suddenly stops in order to give me a bicycle with three speeds. ~Quentin Crisp
Prayer is when you talk to God; meditation is when you listen to God. ~Diana Robinson
Weave in faith and God will find the thread. ~Author Unknown
They say that God is everywhere, and yet we always think of Him as somewhat of a recluse. ~Emily Dickinson
If you don't know what's meant by God, watch a forsythia branch or a lettuce leaf sprout. ~Martin H. Fischer
God: a disease we imagine we are cured of because no one dies of it nowadays. ~E.M. Cioran, The Trouble with Being Born, 1973
It is easy to understand God as long as you don't try to explain him. ~Joseph Joubert
Some of God's greatest gifts are unanswered prayers. ~Garth Brooks
God is a sort of burglar. As a young man you knock him down; as an old man you try to conciliate him, because he may knock you down. ~H. Beerbohm-Tree
Chance is perhaps the pseudonym of God when he did not want to sign. ~Anatole France, Le jardin d'Epicure
How idle it is to call certain things God-sends! as if there was anything else in the world. ~Augustus William Hare and Julius Charles Hare, Guesses at Truth, by Two Brothers, 1827
God enters by a private door into each individual. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson
Your talent is God's gift to you. What you do with it is your gift back to God. ~Leo Buscaglia
God is the perfect poet. ~Robert Browning
God is not what you imagine or what you think you understand. If you understand you have failed. ~Saint Augustine
God is not the name of God, but an opinion about Him. ~Pope Xystus I, The Ring
God's promises are like the stars; the darker the night the brighter they shine. ~David Nicholas
In nature we see where God has been. In our fellow man, we see where He is still at work. ~Robert Brault, www.robertbrault.com
"What do you think of God," the teacher asked. After a pause, the young pupil replied, "He's not a think, he's a feel." ~Paul Frost
I feel most ministers who claim they've heard God's voice are eating too much pizza before they go to bed at night, and it's really an intestinal disorder, not a revelation. ~Rev. Jerry Falwell
God is an unutterable sigh, planted in the depths of the soul. ~Jean Paul Richter
All are but parts of one stupendous whole,
Whose body Nature is, and God the soul.
~Alexander Pope, An Essay on Man, 1734
Perhaps history is a thing that would stop happening if God held His breath, or could be imagined as turning away to think of something else. ~Herbert Butterfield, Christianity and History
Apart from God every activity is merely a passing whiff of insignificance. ~Alfred North Whitehead
Remember this. When people choose to withdraw far from a fire, the fire continues to give warmth, but they grow cold. When people choose to withdraw far from light, the light continues to be bright in itself but they are in darkness. This is also the case when people withdraw from God. ~Augustine
Why attack God? He may be as miserable as we are. ~Erik Satie
Are you wrinkled with burden? Come to God for a faith lift. ~Author Unknown
There are two kinds of people: those who say to God, "Thy will be done," and those to whom God says, "All right, then, have it your way." ~C.S. Lewis, The Screwtape Letters, 1943
We need not join the mad rush to purchase an earthly fallout shelter. God is our eternal fallout shelter. ~Martin Luther King, Jr., Strength to Love, 1963
Every day people are straying away from the church and going back to God. Really. ~Lenny Bruce, "Religions Inc.," in The Essential Lenny Bruce, ed. John Cohen, 1967
Were there no God, we would be in this glorious world with grateful hearts and no one to thank. ~Christina Rossetti
Life is God's novel. Let him write it. ~Isaac Bashevis Singer
You are not obliged to put on evening clothes to meet God. ~Austin O'Malley
When you knock, ask to see God - none of the servants. ~Henry David Thoreau
Your mind works very simply: you are either trying to find out what are God's laws in order to follow them; or you are trying to outsmart Him. ~Martin H. Fischer
Those who believe that they believe in God, but without passion in their hearts, without anguish in mind, without uncertainty, without doubt, without an element of despair even in their consolation, believe in the God idea, not God himself. ~Miguel de Unamuno
Most people wish to serve God - but only in an advisory capacity. ~Author Unknown
I've been hiding from God, and I'm appalled to find how easy it is. ~Mignon McLaughlin, The Second Neurotic's Notebook, 1966
The self-appointed spokesmen for God incline to shout; He, Himself, speaks only in whispers. ~Martin H. Fischer
A lot of people are willing to give God credit, but so few ever give Him cash. ~Robert E. Harris, Laugh with the Circuit Rider
It always strikes me, and it is very peculiar, that when we see the image of indescribable and unutterable desolation - of loneliness, of poverty and misery, the end of all things, or their extreme - then rises in our mind the thought of God. ~Vincent van Gogh, Dear Theo: An Autobiography of Vincent van Gogh, 1937
To put one's trust in God is only a longer way of saying that one will chance it. ~Samuel Butler, Note-Books
So long as God reveals Himself, or doesn't, He is behaving like God. ~Mignon McLaughlin, The Neurotic's Notebook, 1960
There is a God-shaped vacuum in every heart. ~Blaise Pascal
Don't look for God where He is needed most; if you didn't bring Him there, He isn't there. ~Mignon McLaughlin, The Second Neurotic's Notebook, 1966
God waits to win back his own flowers as gifts from man's hands. ~Rabindranath Tagore, Stray Birds, 1916
I say to mankind, Be not curious about God. For I, who am curious about each, am not curious about God - I hear and behold God in every object, yet understand God not in the least. ~Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
Every happening, great and small, is a parable whereby God speaks to us, and the art of life is to get the message. ~Malcolm Muggeridge
We always keep God waiting while we admit more importunate suitors. ~Malcolm de Chazal
Don't look for God in the sky; look within your own body. ~Osho
'T is heaven alone that is given away,
'T is only God may be had for the asking;...
~James Russell Lowell, The Vision of Sir Launfal, 1848
We climb mountains because they are there, and worship God because He is not. ~Mignon McLaughlin, The Neurotic's Notebook, 1960
If Creation were a crime, would not God be the prime suspect? ~Robert Brault, www.robertbrault.com
How important the concept of God is, and how instead of valuing what has been given us, we with light hearts spurn it because of absurdities that have been attached to it. ~Leo Tolstoy, Last Diaries, 1960
No pillow so soft as God's promise. ~Author Unknown
The young do not need God, and the old cannot find Him. ~Mignon McLaughlin, The Second Neurotic's Notebook, 1966
For light I go directly to the Source of light, not to any of the reflections. ~Peace Pilgrim
Some people talk about finding God - as if He could get lost. ~Author Unknown
I prefer to think that God is not dead, just drunk. ~John Marcellus Huston
For, after all, put it as we may to ourselves, we are all of us from birth to death guests at a table which we did not spread. The sun, the earth, love, friends, our very breath are parts of the banquet.... Shall we think of the day as a chance to come nearer to our Host, and to find out something of Him who has fed us so long? ~Rebecca Harding Davis
I talk to God but the sky is empty. ~Sylvia Plath
I do not believe in God, for that implies an effort of the will - I see God everywhere! ~Jean Favre
Is man one of God's blunders, or is God one of man's blunders? ~Friedrich Nietzsche
I believe in God; I just don't trust anyone who works for him. ~Author Unknown
I cannot imagine how the clockwork of the universe can exist without a clockmaker. ~Voltaire
There is a tendency to see divine intervention in things that happen in the normal course of miracles. ~Robert Brault, www.robertbrault.com
All that I have seen teaches me to trust God for all I have not seen. ~Author Unknown
"I was six when I saw that everything was God, and my hair stood up, and all," Teddy said. "It was on a Sunday, I remember. My sister was a tiny child then, and she was drinking her milk, and all of a sudden I saw that she was God and the milk was God. I mean, all she was doing was pouring God into God, if you know what I mean. ~J.D. Salinger, "Teddy," 1954
He who kneels before God can stand before anyone. ~Author Unknown
Peace on the outside comes from knowing God on the inside. ~Author Unknown
God often visits us, but most of the time we are not at home. ~Joseph Roux, Meditations of a Parish Priest, 1886
Hunting God is a great adventure. ~Marie DeFloris
My theology, briefly, is that the universe was dictated but not signed. ~Christopher Morley
God is a verb, not a noun proper or improper. ~R. Buckminster Fuller, No More Secondhand God, 1963
Those who turn to God for comfort may find comfort but I do not think they will find God. ~Mignon McLaughlin, The Neurotic's Notebook, 1960
God is a circle whose centre is everywhere and circumference nowhere. ~Timaeus of Locris
Some people always sigh in thanking God. ~Elizabeth Barrett Browning
God, that dumping ground of our dreams. ~Jean Rostand, Carnets d'un Biologiste, 1962
If there is no God, who pops up the next Kleenex? ~Art Hoppe
If God asks that you bend, bend and do not complain. He is making you more flexible, and for this be thankful. ~Terri Guillemets
Operationally, God is beginning to resemble not a ruler but the last fading smile of a cosmic Cheshire cat. ~Julian Huxley
God - the John Doe of philosophy and religion. ~Elbert Hubbard, The Notebook, 1927
When we lose God, it is not God who is lost. ~Author Unknown
Life is a tapestry: We are the warp; angels, the weft; God, the weaver. Only the Weaver sees the whole design. ~Quoted in The Angels' Little Instruction Book by Eileen Elias Freeman, 1994
Those who never rebelled against God or at some point in their lives shaken their fists in the face of heaven, have never encountered God at all. ~Catherine Marshall, Christy, 1967
If God did not exist, it would be necessary to invent him. ~Voltaire
I had a thousand questions to ask God; but when I met him they all fled and didn't seem to matter. ~Christopher Morley, Inward Ho!, 1923
Don't question God, for He may reply: "If you're so anxious for answers, come up here." ~Author Unknown
I would rather walk with God in the dark than go alone in the light. ~Mary Gardiner Brainard
Availability is better than ability for God. ~Author Unknown
Seeing so much poverty everywhere makes me think that God is not rich. He gives the appearance of it, but I suspect some financial difficulties. ~Victor Hugo, Les Misérables, 1862
God is a child who amuses himself, going from laughing to crying for no reason, each day reinventing the world to the chagrin of hair-splitters, pedants, and preachers, who try to teach God his job as Creator. ~Elie Faure, L'Esprit des formes, 1927
Man is born broken. He lives by mending. The grace of God is glue. ~Eugene O'Neill, The Great God Brown, 1926
Peace is not the absence of affliction, but the presence of God. ~Author Unknown
If you are not as close to God as you used to be, who moved? ~Author Unknown
I have never understood why it should be considered derogatory to the Creator to suppose that he has a sense of humour. ~William Ralph Inge
When we put our cares in His hands, He puts His peace in our hearts. ~Author Unknown
Before me, even as behind, God is, and all is well. ~John Greenleaf Whittier
What is it that we all believe in that we cannot see or hear or feel or taste or smell - this invisible thing that heals all sorrows, reveals all lies and renews all hope? What is it that has always been and always will be, from whose bosom we all came and to which we will all return? Most call it Time. A few realize that it is God. ~Robert Brault, www.robertbrault.com
Exercise daily. Walk with the Lord! ~Author Unknown
Be God or let God. ~Author Unknown
I could not say I believe. I know! I have had the experience of being gripped by something that is stronger than myself, something that people call God. ~Carl Jung
God is the tangential point between zero and infinity. ~Alfred Jarry, Gestes et Opinions du Docteur Faustroll Pataphysicien, 1911
Every morning I spend fifteen minutes filling my mind full of God; and so there's no room left for worry thoughts. ~Howard Chandler Christy
I believe in the sun even if it isn't shining. I believe in love even when I am alone. I believe in God even when He is silent. ~Author Unknown
God can never be a definition. He is more than even the entirety of the dictionary. ~Terri Guillemets
Darkness cannot put out the Light. It can only make God brighter. ~Author Unknown
No God, no peace. Know God, know peace. ~Author Unknown
You ask: what is the meaning or purpose of life? I can only answer with another question: do you think we are wise enough to read God's mind? ~Freeman Dyson, quoted in The Meaning of Life, compiled by Hugh S. Moorhead
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Any fool can count the seeds in an apple. Only God can count all the apples in one seed. ~Robert H. Schuller
Every evening I turn my worries over to God. He's going to be up all night anyway. ~Mary C. Crowley
God loves each of us as if there were only one of us. ~St. Augustine
Young man, young man, your arm's too short to box with God. ~James Weldon Johnson
God understands our prayers even when we can't find the words to say them. ~Author Unknown
What we are is God's gift to us. What we become is our gift to God. ~Eleanor Powell
A man with God is always in the majority. ~John Knox
Certain thoughts are prayers. There are moments when, whatever be the attitude of the body, the soul is on its knees. ~Victor Hugo
You can tell the size of your God by looking at the size of your worry list. The longer your list, the smaller your God. ~Author Unknown
Maybe the atheist cannot find God for the same reason a thief cannot find a policeman. ~Author Unknown
If God had wanted to be a big secret, He would not have created babbling brooks and whispering pines. ~Robert Brault, www.robertbrault.com
I don't know if God exists, but it would be better for His reputation if He didn't. ~Jules Renard
A man can no more diminish God's glory by refusing to worship Him than a lunatic can put out the sun by scribbling the word, 'darkness' on the walls of his cell. ~C.S. Lewis, The Problem of Pain
The soul can split the sky in two and let the face of God shine through. ~Edna St. Vincent Millay
God is not a cosmic bellboy for whom we can press a button to get things done. ~Harry Emerson Fosdick
The feeling remains that God is on the journey, too. ~Teresa of Avila
God's last name is not "Dammit." ~Author Unknown
Once one has seen God, what is the remedy? ~Sylvia Plath, "Mystic"
As the poet said, "Only God can make a tree" - probably because it's so hard to figure out how to get the bark on. ~Woody Allen
Clearly, God is a Democrat. ~Patrick Caddell
God: The most popular scapegoat for our sins. ~Mark Twain
But I always think that the best way to know God is to love many things. ~Vincent van Gogh, Dear Theo: An Autobiography of Vincent van Gogh, 1937
No matter how much I prove and prod,
I cannot quite believe in God;
But oh, I hope to God that He
Unswervingly believes in me.
~E.Y. Harburg, attributed
People see God every day, they just don't recognize him. ~Pearl Bailey
How tired God must be of guilt and loneliness, for that is all we ever bring to Him. ~Mignon McLaughlin, The Neurotic's Notebook, 1960
God's will is not an itinerary, but an attitude. ~Andrew Dhuse
Let God's promises shine on your problems. ~Corrie Ten Boom
How can I believe in God when just last week I got my tongue caught in the roller of an electric typewriter? ~Woody Allen, "Selections from the Allen Notebooks," Without Feathers, 1975
I just hope God does not get bored of dreaming me. ~Author Unknown
By night, an atheist half believes in God. ~Edward Young, Night Thoughts
Experience has repeatedly confirmed that well-known maxim of Bacon's that "a little philosophy inclineth a man's mind to atheism, but depth in philosophy bringeth men's minds about to religion." At the same time, when Bacon penned that sage epigram... he forgot to add that the God to whom depth in philosophy brings back men's minds is far from being the same from whom a little philosophy estranges them. ~George Santayana
You found God? If nobody claims him in thirty days, he's yours! ~Author Unknown
When I saw others straining toward God, I did not understand it, for though I may have had him less than they did, there was no one blocking the way between him and me, and I could reach his heart easily. It is up to him, after all, to have us, our part consists of almost solely in letting him grasp us. ~Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke and Benvenuta: An Intimate Correspondence
God's gifts put man's best dreams to shame. ~Elizabeth Barrett Browning
I know God will not give me anything I can't handle. I just wish that He didn't trust me so much. ~Mother Teresa
In many areas of understanding, none so much as in our understanding of God, we bump up against a simplicity so profound that we must assign complexities to it to comprehend it at all. It is mindful of how we paste decals to a sliding glass door to keep from bumping our nose against it. ~Robert Brault, www.robertbrault.com
I simply haven't the nerve to imagine a being, a force, a cause which keeps the planets revolving in their orbits, and then suddenly stops in order to give me a bicycle with three speeds. ~Quentin Crisp
Prayer is when you talk to God; meditation is when you listen to God. ~Diana Robinson
Weave in faith and God will find the thread. ~Author Unknown
They say that God is everywhere, and yet we always think of Him as somewhat of a recluse. ~Emily Dickinson
If you don't know what's meant by God, watch a forsythia branch or a lettuce leaf sprout. ~Martin H. Fischer
God: a disease we imagine we are cured of because no one dies of it nowadays. ~E.M. Cioran, The Trouble with Being Born, 1973
It is easy to understand God as long as you don't try to explain him. ~Joseph Joubert
Some of God's greatest gifts are unanswered prayers. ~Garth Brooks
God is a sort of burglar. As a young man you knock him down; as an old man you try to conciliate him, because he may knock you down. ~H. Beerbohm-Tree
Chance is perhaps the pseudonym of God when he did not want to sign. ~Anatole France, Le jardin d'Epicure
How idle it is to call certain things God-sends! as if there was anything else in the world. ~Augustus William Hare and Julius Charles Hare, Guesses at Truth, by Two Brothers, 1827
God enters by a private door into each individual. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson
Your talent is God's gift to you. What you do with it is your gift back to God. ~Leo Buscaglia
God is the perfect poet. ~Robert Browning
God is not what you imagine or what you think you understand. If you understand you have failed. ~Saint Augustine
God is not the name of God, but an opinion about Him. ~Pope Xystus I, The Ring
God's promises are like the stars; the darker the night the brighter they shine. ~David Nicholas
In nature we see where God has been. In our fellow man, we see where He is still at work. ~Robert Brault, www.robertbrault.com
"What do you think of God," the teacher asked. After a pause, the young pupil replied, "He's not a think, he's a feel." ~Paul Frost
I feel most ministers who claim they've heard God's voice are eating too much pizza before they go to bed at night, and it's really an intestinal disorder, not a revelation. ~Rev. Jerry Falwell
God is an unutterable sigh, planted in the depths of the soul. ~Jean Paul Richter
All are but parts of one stupendous whole,
Whose body Nature is, and God the soul.
~Alexander Pope, An Essay on Man, 1734
Perhaps history is a thing that would stop happening if God held His breath, or could be imagined as turning away to think of something else. ~Herbert Butterfield, Christianity and History
Apart from God every activity is merely a passing whiff of insignificance. ~Alfred North Whitehead
Remember this. When people choose to withdraw far from a fire, the fire continues to give warmth, but they grow cold. When people choose to withdraw far from light, the light continues to be bright in itself but they are in darkness. This is also the case when people withdraw from God. ~Augustine
Why attack God? He may be as miserable as we are. ~Erik Satie
Are you wrinkled with burden? Come to God for a faith lift. ~Author Unknown
There are two kinds of people: those who say to God, "Thy will be done," and those to whom God says, "All right, then, have it your way." ~C.S. Lewis, The Screwtape Letters, 1943
We need not join the mad rush to purchase an earthly fallout shelter. God is our eternal fallout shelter. ~Martin Luther King, Jr., Strength to Love, 1963
Every day people are straying away from the church and going back to God. Really. ~Lenny Bruce, "Religions Inc.," in The Essential Lenny Bruce, ed. John Cohen, 1967
Were there no God, we would be in this glorious world with grateful hearts and no one to thank. ~Christina Rossetti
Life is God's novel. Let him write it. ~Isaac Bashevis Singer
You are not obliged to put on evening clothes to meet God. ~Austin O'Malley
When you knock, ask to see God - none of the servants. ~Henry David Thoreau
Your mind works very simply: you are either trying to find out what are God's laws in order to follow them; or you are trying to outsmart Him. ~Martin H. Fischer
Those who believe that they believe in God, but without passion in their hearts, without anguish in mind, without uncertainty, without doubt, without an element of despair even in their consolation, believe in the God idea, not God himself. ~Miguel de Unamuno
Most people wish to serve God - but only in an advisory capacity. ~Author Unknown
I've been hiding from God, and I'm appalled to find how easy it is. ~Mignon McLaughlin, The Second Neurotic's Notebook, 1966
The self-appointed spokesmen for God incline to shout; He, Himself, speaks only in whispers. ~Martin H. Fischer
A lot of people are willing to give God credit, but so few ever give Him cash. ~Robert E. Harris, Laugh with the Circuit Rider
It always strikes me, and it is very peculiar, that when we see the image of indescribable and unutterable desolation - of loneliness, of poverty and misery, the end of all things, or their extreme - then rises in our mind the thought of God. ~Vincent van Gogh, Dear Theo: An Autobiography of Vincent van Gogh, 1937
To put one's trust in God is only a longer way of saying that one will chance it. ~Samuel Butler, Note-Books
So long as God reveals Himself, or doesn't, He is behaving like God. ~Mignon McLaughlin, The Neurotic's Notebook, 1960
There is a God-shaped vacuum in every heart. ~Blaise Pascal
Don't look for God where He is needed most; if you didn't bring Him there, He isn't there. ~Mignon McLaughlin, The Second Neurotic's Notebook, 1966
God waits to win back his own flowers as gifts from man's hands. ~Rabindranath Tagore, Stray Birds, 1916
I say to mankind, Be not curious about God. For I, who am curious about each, am not curious about God - I hear and behold God in every object, yet understand God not in the least. ~Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
Every happening, great and small, is a parable whereby God speaks to us, and the art of life is to get the message. ~Malcolm Muggeridge
We always keep God waiting while we admit more importunate suitors. ~Malcolm de Chazal
Don't look for God in the sky; look within your own body. ~Osho
'T is heaven alone that is given away,
'T is only God may be had for the asking;...
~James Russell Lowell, The Vision of Sir Launfal, 1848
We climb mountains because they are there, and worship God because He is not. ~Mignon McLaughlin, The Neurotic's Notebook, 1960
If Creation were a crime, would not God be the prime suspect? ~Robert Brault, www.robertbrault.com
How important the concept of God is, and how instead of valuing what has been given us, we with light hearts spurn it because of absurdities that have been attached to it. ~Leo Tolstoy, Last Diaries, 1960
No pillow so soft as God's promise. ~Author Unknown
The young do not need God, and the old cannot find Him. ~Mignon McLaughlin, The Second Neurotic's Notebook, 1966
For light I go directly to the Source of light, not to any of the reflections. ~Peace Pilgrim
Some people talk about finding God - as if He could get lost. ~Author Unknown
I prefer to think that God is not dead, just drunk. ~John Marcellus Huston
For, after all, put it as we may to ourselves, we are all of us from birth to death guests at a table which we did not spread. The sun, the earth, love, friends, our very breath are parts of the banquet.... Shall we think of the day as a chance to come nearer to our Host, and to find out something of Him who has fed us so long? ~Rebecca Harding Davis
I talk to God but the sky is empty. ~Sylvia Plath
I do not believe in God, for that implies an effort of the will - I see God everywhere! ~Jean Favre
Is man one of God's blunders, or is God one of man's blunders? ~Friedrich Nietzsche
I believe in God; I just don't trust anyone who works for him. ~Author Unknown
I cannot imagine how the clockwork of the universe can exist without a clockmaker. ~Voltaire
There is a tendency to see divine intervention in things that happen in the normal course of miracles. ~Robert Brault, www.robertbrault.com
All that I have seen teaches me to trust God for all I have not seen. ~Author Unknown
"I was six when I saw that everything was God, and my hair stood up, and all," Teddy said. "It was on a Sunday, I remember. My sister was a tiny child then, and she was drinking her milk, and all of a sudden I saw that she was God and the milk was God. I mean, all she was doing was pouring God into God, if you know what I mean. ~J.D. Salinger, "Teddy," 1954
He who kneels before God can stand before anyone. ~Author Unknown
Peace on the outside comes from knowing God on the inside. ~Author Unknown
God often visits us, but most of the time we are not at home. ~Joseph Roux, Meditations of a Parish Priest, 1886
Hunting God is a great adventure. ~Marie DeFloris
My theology, briefly, is that the universe was dictated but not signed. ~Christopher Morley
God is a verb, not a noun proper or improper. ~R. Buckminster Fuller, No More Secondhand God, 1963
Those who turn to God for comfort may find comfort but I do not think they will find God. ~Mignon McLaughlin, The Neurotic's Notebook, 1960
God is a circle whose centre is everywhere and circumference nowhere. ~Timaeus of Locris
Some people always sigh in thanking God. ~Elizabeth Barrett Browning
God, that dumping ground of our dreams. ~Jean Rostand, Carnets d'un Biologiste, 1962
If there is no God, who pops up the next Kleenex? ~Art Hoppe
If God asks that you bend, bend and do not complain. He is making you more flexible, and for this be thankful. ~Terri Guillemets
Operationally, God is beginning to resemble not a ruler but the last fading smile of a cosmic Cheshire cat. ~Julian Huxley
God - the John Doe of philosophy and religion. ~Elbert Hubbard, The Notebook, 1927
When we lose God, it is not God who is lost. ~Author Unknown
Life is a tapestry: We are the warp; angels, the weft; God, the weaver. Only the Weaver sees the whole design. ~Quoted in The Angels' Little Instruction Book by Eileen Elias Freeman, 1994
Those who never rebelled against God or at some point in their lives shaken their fists in the face of heaven, have never encountered God at all. ~Catherine Marshall, Christy, 1967
If God did not exist, it would be necessary to invent him. ~Voltaire
I had a thousand questions to ask God; but when I met him they all fled and didn't seem to matter. ~Christopher Morley, Inward Ho!, 1923
Don't question God, for He may reply: "If you're so anxious for answers, come up here." ~Author Unknown
I would rather walk with God in the dark than go alone in the light. ~Mary Gardiner Brainard
Availability is better than ability for God. ~Author Unknown
Seeing so much poverty everywhere makes me think that God is not rich. He gives the appearance of it, but I suspect some financial difficulties. ~Victor Hugo, Les Misérables, 1862
God is a child who amuses himself, going from laughing to crying for no reason, each day reinventing the world to the chagrin of hair-splitters, pedants, and preachers, who try to teach God his job as Creator. ~Elie Faure, L'Esprit des formes, 1927
Man is born broken. He lives by mending. The grace of God is glue. ~Eugene O'Neill, The Great God Brown, 1926
Peace is not the absence of affliction, but the presence of God. ~Author Unknown
If you are not as close to God as you used to be, who moved? ~Author Unknown
I have never understood why it should be considered derogatory to the Creator to suppose that he has a sense of humour. ~William Ralph Inge
When we put our cares in His hands, He puts His peace in our hearts. ~Author Unknown
Before me, even as behind, God is, and all is well. ~John Greenleaf Whittier
What is it that we all believe in that we cannot see or hear or feel or taste or smell - this invisible thing that heals all sorrows, reveals all lies and renews all hope? What is it that has always been and always will be, from whose bosom we all came and to which we will all return? Most call it Time. A few realize that it is God. ~Robert Brault, www.robertbrault.com
Exercise daily. Walk with the Lord! ~Author Unknown
Be God or let God. ~Author Unknown
I could not say I believe. I know! I have had the experience of being gripped by something that is stronger than myself, something that people call God. ~Carl Jung
God is the tangential point between zero and infinity. ~Alfred Jarry, Gestes et Opinions du Docteur Faustroll Pataphysicien, 1911
Every morning I spend fifteen minutes filling my mind full of God; and so there's no room left for worry thoughts. ~Howard Chandler Christy
I believe in the sun even if it isn't shining. I believe in love even when I am alone. I believe in God even when He is silent. ~Author Unknown
God can never be a definition. He is more than even the entirety of the dictionary. ~Terri Guillemets
Darkness cannot put out the Light. It can only make God brighter. ~Author Unknown
No God, no peace. Know God, know peace. ~Author Unknown
You ask: what is the meaning or purpose of life? I can only answer with another question: do you think we are wise enough to read God's mind? ~Freeman Dyson, quoted in The Meaning of Life, compiled by Hugh S. Moorhead
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