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Tuesday, May 17, 2022

LET EVENING COME#FORWARDED BY CYNTHIA ABEGAIL




LET EVENING COME

Let the light of late afternoon
shine through chinks in the barn, moving
up the bales as the sun moves down.
Let the cricket take up chafing
as a woman takes up her needles
and her yarn. Let evening come.
Let the dew collect on the hoe abandoned
in long grass. Let evening come.
Let the fox go back to its sandy den.
Let the wind die down. Let the shed
go black inside. Let evening come...
Let it come as it will, and don't
be afraid. God does not leave us
comfortless, so let evening come.
Jane Kenyon Source: Strand & Boland, The Making of a Poem. Thanks!

Monday, May 16, 2022

Ps 91:14

 


KERALA'S BRIGHT LANDSCAPE FORWARDED BY ABRAHAM G




KERALA'S BRIGHT AND BEAUTIFUL LANDSCAPE!
THANKS ABRAHAM G FOR THIS STUNNING PICTURE.

Nothing is impossible to God


“If you gain the whole world and lose your soul” Reflection by Cynthia Abegail

Yes, sometimes, the allure of the world could dazzle us!  Power, wealth, beauty and the like seems diamonds to one’s eyes.  On second thought, what could it bring to us?  Could it save our souls?  


We are not saying that wealth in itself is inherently bad.  It’s what you do with your wealth that will affect your relationship with God.  If one is rich, and richness could be a provision of God so that that person could help the poor, why not?  It’s only when that wealth of yours becomes your obsession for yourself, to satisfy your interests only and not of the needy and the helpless, that’s where it becomes evil in itself!  When your wealth becomes your preoccupation and you forget God and just use your wealth to oppress the poor and just simply dabble with it, then wealth becomes your god.  



Another point is the love of beauty!  Beauty in itself is a gift of God.  But when you trample that beauty with superficial plastic surgery to even become more beautiful (a delusion), then the seeking of beauty becomes your mini-god.  You literally make beauty and vanity your obsession, the most important thing in the world, which replaces God in your heart, then it becomes perilous for your soul.



The third point is the misuse of power.  If the power one abides is power coming from the Holy Spirit, not a problem!  But if the power one seeks is the power from the other one which blindeth to the truth that God must be the Centre of one’s life, that’s where the chaos starts.  The only Power one must recognise is the power of God Almighty and nothing else.  For the sovereignty of God is absolute!  No other power must we abide and trust.  



Let us save our souls by focusing on God alone and making God our number one in our hearts.  God did not promise that we will not have suffering on earth because that suffering makes us closer to Jesus, the Son of God.  But God promised, He will get us through, help us at all times if we abide in Him fully, sincerely and totally.



Praise God forever and ever!

Cynthia Abegail

PRAYER --- ST. GERTRUDE THE GREAT

A PRAYER

Lord, in union with your love, unite my work
with your great work, and perfect it. As a drop
of water, poured into a river, is taken up into
the activity of the river, so may my labour
become part of your work. Thus may those among
whom I live and work be drawn into your love!

ST GERTRUDE THE GREAT

IT IS ETCHED IN MY HEART/CYNTHIA ABEGAIL'S COLUMN



IT IS ETCHED IN MY HEART


(This is a passionate love poem dedicated for our readers, young and old!) 



I CAN NEVER FOOL MY HEART,

FORCED IT NOT TO BEAT HARD

YET RESISTANCE MOVES YARDS

REFUSED, BE TAMED AS BARDS!



I WILL FORGET YOU AS AN ART,

THE LOVE THAT HID IN THE BARK

MY HEART UTTERED NO AS A LARK,

THE TRUTH SETS ME FREE FROM DARK...



WAIT AS REASON MUST PREVAIL,

WILL NOT HAPPEN, SO DISTANT

EMBLAZONED FOR HIS SWAN...

BUT HEART WILL NOT BE BANNED!



WHY HEART ANSWER NO REASON?

ASKED THE SKY SO RED AND AMBER

WHY NOT HALTED FROM THE START?

NOW PASSION AS A FIRE ENGULFED...



WHY HEART OVERFLOWS WITH LOVE?

AS YOUR EYES PIERCED THE OLIVES,

I WAS CAUGHT AS EFFERVESCENT DEW

SUBLIMED ON THE TAPESTRY IN VIEW!



TIME WILL HEAL, A SECRET BY NADIR,

FLOW WITH THE LAVA QUITE SHEER

HEAR MY LOVE WITH THE MELODY...

I HAVE LOVED YOU, HAVE YOU LOVED ME?



All rights reserved: Cynthia Abegail Bernardo

(A great literary gem.)New World


Joy comes in the morning: Picture


Colourful View: Picture


Sunday, May 15, 2022

THE FISHERMAN AT SEA FORWARDED BY CYNTHIA ABEGAIL








THE FISHERMAN AT SEA

The tranquil water that never gushes though ripples
Slowly encircles his boat as if to delight his journey
It was dawn yet trickles of bare sunlight touched
His brawny arms quite dark brown and so tanned.
But face is quite gaunt, eyes sharp yet darkened O'
Lips parched dry as the heavy winds blew across---
The sails that was carefully mended by his wife
Yesterday as she farewelled him with tears and
So much hope that he return safe on the ebb of
Each night for she knows how valiant his man
Courage within his blood and fearless at all cost!
Cast his net at the right moment as fishes danced
Across the deep blue sea, yonder leaped to free,
Yet the fisherman's will overcame and hauled!
The day was long, the sea turned rough, not still
But he's not a man who worries about the gales,
Since gales piece and form his life---adventure!
No adversity will ruin his composure, so whiff
Rowed quickly back towards the shore but O'
Miles of distance; valiantly stiffen the sail and
As winds came from nowhere, he uttered Abba
Help me, Aye the old fisherman is sturdy---
Yet humble enough to ask! Steadily the boat
Moved determined to win this battle with
Violent gust of wind, and that's why he will
return again tomorrow to the sea: but today,
He will wipe his wife's tears and rejoice for
The harvest is plenty; the fisherman utters,
Thank you God yesterday, today it matters!

All rights reserved: Cynthia Abegail

Prayer: Forwarded by Jane Pimenta of Prayer Aid

  PRAYER BASED ON PS 92 AND PS 121

 

We lift up our eyes to the Lord, from whom all our help comes from.  He is the   Maker of heaven and earth.  

 

We declare that we will live in the shadow of the Almighty.  Therefore, we can say that He is our refuge and our fortress, He is the God in whom we trust.   (say the name(s) are leaving the house now, we trust and believe that the Almighty God will protect all of us from the deadly pestilence.   It is the Lord who will cover us with His protection and love.   He will keep us safe from all harm.   It is He who will watch over our lives, it is He who will guard our going out and coming in.   Amen

 

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ALL ARE YOURS FORWARDED BY CYNTHIA ABEGAIL

ALL ARE YOURS


The splendour of the sky, the billows of sunset 

Swiftness of wind--- the gales and monsoons 

Depths of the earth and the gaiety of the star

Radiance of the moon, all are yours my Lord!

The crests of the ocean waves, the trenches
Sand on the sea, the hot desert and beaches
The pinnacle of mounts, the grandiose valley
The hills that surmounts, nothing I own---

Love in the air, smile of the young maiden
Faith as a mustard seed, canopy of nests
The lion who steeps by the green forests
And tiger that lurks for prey at nighttime.


All are yours forever from rising of sun
To it's setting; world stands in utter awe
Of your power and glory O' never ends
As my heart is yours till eternity sends!

All rights reserved:  Cynthia Abegail

EQUINOX: PICTURE FORWARDED BY ABRAHAM G


EQUINOX:  A FASCINATING OCCURENCE IN NATURE!
THANKS ABRAHAM G!  EXCELLENT!

TRUE LOVE (ELIZABETH BARRET-BROWNING) FORWARDED BY THOMAS PHILIP RANNI



TRUE LOVE
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with passion put to use
In my old griefs and with my childhood's faith
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
-Elizabeth Barret-Browning

(Thanks to Thomas Philip Ranni for sending this
poem of one of the greatest poetess of all time,
Elizabeth Barret-Browning.  Excellent choice).
New World