Will Life Trade me?

Was the cold breeze too cold for thine cheeks?
Was the hug I gave you too warm for thine chest's reeks?

Hold me closer to thine heart.
Perhaps I could take a share of that pain; a part.

I do believe that God is gracious to all.
For I will pray to get closer, and go deeper.
For Only God can make life accept this trade call…

Hold me closer for I hope I could amuse thee
Casting thine mind away from pain,
Looking only into my eyes as my body becoming the alter of thine agony.

The Globe of Love

I hate this gigantic globe called, love.
I am tired of being exposed to its rays.
I cannot stand this pain of the tan it gives.
I am hidden in my room
While others are outside in the wide open.
I receive the tan of love on my skin
But they don't.
Quite funny!

When will you emancipate me?
I am depleted of power.
My fingers are trembling.
Why me, cannot you see any other?
I hate you for you are a user…
Ye know that I have a weak skin
And that is how you go for it… you crazy utilitarian opportunist.

If I could just know who gives you the permission to shine.
Is it God? No, for He does not love to see us in torment.
Is it human nature? Is it a human need?
But God is behind all of it!
This is like crazy.

I walked the streets lonely counting the tiles.
The sea wind kissed my cheeks and I never wanted it to.
My heart turned to be the rocks of the shore…
Getting smoothened by the licks of the waves…
Growing with the slaps of the broken waves…
I wish I were beat by somebody who is strong…
It would have been easy.

Ye needa see that the hit of the weak is strong and violent
Stronger than that of the strong.
The globe of love has made the strong pathetic
And the weak…a tyrant.

The globe of love has stripped off the rich
And became a servant of the poor
A poor who will never be blessed.
I am looking forward to that day,
Where I could laugh at you as you set away from me.

... ... ...?

What is this fine quiet magic that you do?
What is this humble yet sublime spirit that you have?
What are those things you possess yet I lack?
Behind which curtain do ye hide your pen?
Away from which church do you worship?
Afar from which rusty strings do you play music?
Is it possible that I am too nearsighted that I could not see you before?
Was everything I thought I ever mastered a delusion?

I am willing to accept all above as divine facts…
As long as you do not suspend me …from your SMS tone ring
But if you cannot just do it…
All above stand still ever true.

A Little Small Face

As the light glitters in my sleepy eyes,
I worry about tomorrow, forgetting the unbearable present,
I kept rolling in mud…
Depleted from power…
But amidst the dumb darkness,
A little small face shined forth at me and smiled,
I smiled too.

Anonymous

An Ember on the Chest

When are you gonna understand,
That you are there as people are
You are human as people are
You are an alien looking for a new homeland?

Getting along with you is sweet,
Being with you is sweeter than forbidden honey,
Coasting more than an ember on my weak chest,
Igniting more than a burning steel bar on my torn lips.

Tell me how I can change you,
Tell me how I can make you feel what I feel,
Is it a must to be the same person?
For I see under the light that we are not.

… I will never give up.
I see those around me change.
Deceiving one anther …
Thinking that they got it.

Have you asked what does he want from you?
Most probably …yes.
Do you dare ask why?
No! Ye know.
When are you gonna understand?
Doing what is right ain't easy…
When are you gonna enjoy doing what is right?
When are you gonna learn?

Is there hope?
People change…and the world might come to an end…
You stumble and you do fall…
But you rise up and stare right in my eyes.
Your compassion overwhelms me.

Knowing what is going on is like slapping me in the face.
You sit and you ponder…things change;…the world does…
But you are so static…motionless…but never cold…
When are you gonna open your eyes?
Ye needa see that you are static…

But I love you to be static…firm…
Just I needa know that you are static…
On the Right Ground…

I am not afraid and I can't be afraid…
You are with me…
Your suffering awakens me…
Your heart hits me in the face…

None is true,
You are there,
You,
Incomparable,
They kneel before your goodness,
They adore your pen,
They needa no awareness what is a pen!
It don't matter,
For I do.

I am here,
You are there…
The ember on the chest will remind me forever…
The burning steel bar on my torn lips will keep me awake.

Anonymous

Which Love Have You Fallen In? (Revised on May 6)

• Article 1: God is distinct. He is Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. God is all good all omnipotent. God is a suffering God for He is self-emptying, other affirming and a community-forming Love.
• Article 2: God has created a very distinct creation, very particular, concrete and asymmetrical; no one will be like anyone else forever. For twins, their minds are distinct and different. For others, their minds could have a percentage of similarity in between with complete different bodies.
• Article 3: In what way your beloved, or lover, is the only possibility to offer you as perfect human love as possible that never vanishes or gets depleted up? Since we are distinct and asymmetrical creatures, God has created only one possible mate for each of us. Does this mean that the mate for a North American could be created in someplace in south far Asia? No! Everyone of us lives in an environment and nursed through a concrete cultural milk. In his or her milieu there is only one possibility that fits as humanly complete as possible. This one is the real one. This kind of love is called The Love. If someone falls in love more than once in one's life and then falls asleep, then there was on true Love among those that possibly existed while all other experiences were mere love cases.
• Resulst:
  (I) What shall we do? We should ask ourselves about them; are they The Love or a love? A "love" is good and lived and experienced and even produced happy life and children. But a "love" cannot be compared to The Love while takes place once in one's whole life. Rarely barely we find people who based their lives and got nourished by The Love which makes the two an inseparable holistic entity; distinct, yet not separated.
  (II) This Love is non-substitutional for God is distinct and created the two mates distinctly. If you go the other normal possible route, it means that you have fallen in place where there is a way out of it for it will never be the inescapable non-exchanged reality which it will look for you amidst other possibilities.
  
• CONCLUSION: I present this analogy about loves and the Love. It is like one glove faced by ten balls coming ahead where all of them are of a size and volume that enable them to rest in the glove comfortably. But we need to keep in mind that the glove is not aware that ten balls in life are coming forward. This gives another reason to say that at times only God foreknows which ball is the perfect ball. All the ten could rest comfortably but only one would fit the glove as humanly-perfect as possible. This leaves humanity in front of a mystery called love for actually it is the ball that enters the glove even forcefully and not the glove searching for the ball. The moment love comes, you cannot but be passive and accept it as a reality in your life; is not it ridiculous for dying person to refuse a healing drug? But how would you react when the Love is the third ball where the first ball rested in your glove ahead of that already? I would say that no one can refuse the normal balls from entering one's glove. Confusing, isn't it? But this is the truth. Love remains love and a poor paralyzed would not refuse to have a wheel chair, which is capable enough to carry him to all over the world experiencing the wonders of life, even that there is a chance for him to get completely healed by the Love which is perfectly capable of carrying him even to heavens; to experience the presence of God Himself in life through It.
  

What is Death Like?

Once upon a time there was a little seven-year old kid who suffered from an acute and sever illness...as his parents took him to the hospital and his condition grew no better, the doctors advised them that it is better for him to spend his last days at home.
His mother kept watching him as he was being put out as a candle a day after day but what can she do than praying for she could not believe that he was going to depart that soon.
She used to tell him a story to lullaby him everynight...but she was aware that he was not really listening but thinking of something else...heavy on his chest.
One night, after she finished her story about the good prince who conquered the evil king he asked: Mom, what is death like?
She could not stand it anymore in front of him for she knew that the moment was coming when she had to face this question and answer it. Feeling the weakness at her knees and the troubled heart of her son beating so hard..., she hid her face in her hands pretending that something had got into her eye. She ran away from his little beautiful eyes to the cold kitchen and leaned at the door and heard him coming out of the bed and getting closer. She prayed,,,God, tell me please what to say! And God did tell her...
The boy asked again: Mom, what is death like?
His mother answered: do you remember when you used to play soccer outside all the day long and then you would come in all tired and exhausted, unable even to take your clothes off, and you would sneak inside your parents' bed...but you used to wake up in the morning to find yourself in the other room, cleaned up, in your bed??? Ye would feel happy for you knew that it was your father whom you love who carried you with his strong arms to the other room...
Honey, this is what death is like...it is like when we sleep and wake up one morning to find ourselves in the other room, not tired, not dirty, but happy and clean for we know that it was our father who carried us with his strong carring arms to the other room...
The days passed by and the boy went to sleep...and indeed he was taken into the other room by is father...but fear did not know a way to his heart...it was only happiness, love, and trust in his Father who cared for him and loved him, and who carried him to the other room where pain and suffering have no power.

This is story is inspired from a sermon by Peter Marshal

Taking a Walk around Harisa, Lebanon

Harisa is a well-known village in Lebanon which rests on the mountains where you can enjoy that sight of the statue of Saint Mary standing there for 100 years now with open arms towards Beirut. This statue has been venerated as much as Mary is around here in Lebanon for it is a real edifice. As the years pass by and this summer moseys faster, the area gets really crowded with visiters from all over. Deciding to have a walk alone at 2:00 am to the place from the big Hotel that crouches from behing could be one of the loveliest things to do especially that the fresh breeze hits your cheeks aggressively and makes you think that it is better to go back and sleep while your human instinct of survival pushes you forward indicating that you are still young and agile, so you can make it.
Nothing could interrupt all this beauty in nature but the guns and weapons to secure the area from any Iranian strike...
Looking at the statue, whose position of peace giving amidst the guns, stimilates you to think what can you offer to those who are around you...