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When the sun is sinking low
the living gather at the river bank.
A widow wails her mantra out and into
the watery grave.
The Moon plays upon the wake of the burning boat
while at the bank mourners chant and dance
their faces obscured by the glow of the fire.
As the pyre disappears beyond the horizon
the young inhale herbs and chew kava
to make it easier to forget.
photo by Day Schildkret
For many months we wait to be warmed,
Till leaves have blossomed and bees have swarmed,
The winter, cold and bleak and long,
Finally is submerged under a blanket of song.
As birds rush out and insects thrive,
Us humans grab our cars and drive,
To places full of sand and fun,
Our summer of love has just begun.
And as the evenings draw out wide,
Our barbecues fire up outside,
As parties start and drinks will flow,
And sun tan lotion helps our new tans grow.
We emerge into the summer bright,
Absorb the heat and sweat through each night,
We cherish every moment with ease,
Just waiting for a summer breeze.
Feeling the brilliant heat,
Enjoying the balmy weather,
Stop for a minute and think,
For we are getting ourselves into a tether.
This heatwave is caused by us,
So yes I’ll be making a fuss,
To me the hot weather is sad,
A reflection of all we do that is bad.
Pollution, consumption and travel,
Are putting us under the gavel,
We need to think of a way through,
Where the climate is stable but the skies are still blue.
So I agree that the hotness is fine,
But the damage it does is causing Earth to decline,
We need to get governments to start fixing this mess,
So we prevent the world becoming a desert of loneliness.
House Finch On Old Rusty Wheel — Image by kenne
Kindness to Animals
Little children, never give
Pain to things that feel and live:
Let the gentle robin come
For the crumbs you save at home,—
As his meat you throw along
He’ll repay you with a song;
Never hurt the timid hare
Peeping from her green grass lair,
Let her come and sport and play
On the lawn at close of day;
The little lark goes soaring high.
To the bright windows of the sky,
Singing as if ’twere always spring,
And fluttering on an untired wing,—
Oh! let him sing his happy song,
Nor do these gentle creatures wrong.
There are many different shades of life presented by the many experiences and influences brought into our surroundings.
We have one great expectation to grow in our life and to make it better all the time, looking forward to perhaps an unreachable dream. Those who believe in the Divine Creator know that life is fare-most the greatest gift and that life is sealed by the Grace of salvation making us able to live by a still greater expectation of a better world to come. With that hope by the Grace of Salvation we can nurture our personal choice to opt the option of living and enjoy every moment we receive from the Creator. For that life we should be thankful for each blessing in our present life and the other life still to come and hoped for.
In our life where may be the shadow of all those experiences and special moments of life? The memories which can build up our life and make our book of life a great story-book to accompany us on paths still unknown.
We may not be any more the one we were when we were a child. All those experience , which we liked and did not like, have moulded us in an other child. The innocence of our childhood is gone. But by the years we become softer and perhaps less experimenting, putting much more in perspective. When older the empty days can be filled with memories.
Life may be going on for no reason, but we can give a lot of reason to our life, and that is what we should do.
Find also to read:
- Looking forward for what is to come
- Looking for a spiritual new life
- Matthew 20 It is never too late
- A Tool to shed light over the qualities in our life 1 Inner feelings
- Life and an assembly of books
“Among infinite shades of life, you can’t claim any one shade as The best or The worst. Life is so unpredictable.”
Walks with me like my shadow Amalgamated life
Time flies likeblink of eyes, though
Lives in the hope of living and pray
Lost in the memories of yesterday
Freely savour the present moment
Cherish the future’s golden element
Resonates the music of laughter
Takes the shower of tears
साये की तरह साथ चलती ये
मेरे हाथों से छूटता वक्त है फिर भी कितनी
जीने के आस में हरवक्त रहती ये
कभी कल की याद में खोई हुई ये
कभी आज को खुल के जीती हुई ये
कल के सुनहरे सपने सजातीे रहती
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