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Happy Sunday everyone.
For the past few days, I’d been thinking quite a bit about poetry, and I wasn’t sure why. Then, while watching my favorite show, Super Soul Sunday, Oprah quoted a few lines from the poem Love After Love by Derek Walcott. My curiosity led me to google it, of course. By the time I finished reading, my eyes were filled with tears.
Over the past 11 years, I have been going through a spiritual awakening. This poem summed up beautifully what I have not been able to express. I hope you enjoy it.
Love After Love
The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your…
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It can be summed up in four words,
‘Love God, love people’.
But what about obedience, service, sacrifice etc?
Read the four words again.
It’s all there isn’t it?
We can’t fully love without all of these aspects of life flowing out of us.
Live the love.
The rest will take care of itself.
~ Alan Hermann
Other clubbers simply shuffle.
We swing; obviously the cutest couple.
Thought we’d found our groove,
but guilty of repetitive moves
that didn’t take us far
enough – life had raised the bar.
For vintage turns to useless junk
One day, our groove became a funk.
Why I love him?? Like, Love him so much?
Well he shaped me from within, it’s a kind of a mental and spiritual growth together with a physical one. He has some special characteristics may we call small flaws that makes him perfect and unique. His kind of kindest heart which is hardly visible to the outside world that he procures for me to see makes me feel so special.
I will share one small incident that never failed to make a mark on me of his character. And honestly there are many many more .
One day some scanvengers came to clean the leakage of one of our septic tanks and after hours of some laborious work that they do started cleaning themselves up. I instantly chided my husband asking him to tell them not to touch the water pipes to wash themselves up, he looked at me so…
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How to delineate a life lived?
Let us use not temporal posts of days or years
But limn the finer measure
Of love given and received
Of kindness extended with a free hand
Of compassion shown in minute and larger ways
Of laughter shared with those around.
Choose to see joy
And continue to delight in our communal dance.
As I stand here among the towers
I look to the ground for the flowers
Pluck the ones that delight your eyes
An offering against all demise
Now my chance to love you is fading
In your ocean of tears I am wading
Feel like I am losing control
Taking it’s toll after toll
My choice of words my way
Make for a better day
Full of love from the beginning
And here I heard your heart ring
That joy that makes your heart leap
Should be held close to keep
That elated feeling of being loved
Not something that is shoved