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Saturday, January 21, 2017

GOD'S GRANDEUR: BY GERARD MANLY HOPKINS: POEM FORWARDED BY CYNTHIA ABEGAIL









GOD'S GRANDEUR

The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men now not wreck his rod
Generations have trodded, have trod, have trod;
And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
And wear man's smudge and share man's smell: the soil.
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod...
O' morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs---
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.
Gerard Manly Hopkins
(1844-1899)
Acknowledgement: Ferguson, Salter, Stallwarthy.
The Norton Anthology of Poetry

HELLO WORLD: POEM BY ARIANNA ROSE PHILIP







 HELLO WORLD
 

POEM
BY

ARIANNA ROSE PHILIP 


Hey World !What is up ?
Are you doing anything fun?
I am sitting on my couch and writing this for you.

I know that does not sound like fun
but it is fun to me
So just remember when you are bored whatever you do is fun

Even when you're sleeping or
Walking around
You are having fun

Arianna


(Arianna is a very young gifted poet!  This is a poem that depicts
the youthful vitality and melodious rythmn of Arianna's literary
work.  At this tender age, she can already compose excellent
poems.  Congratulations Arianna, we love your poems!)  New World

A BEAUTIFUL VIEW AT HAWAII BY ABRAHAM, G.













It reflects Cape Comerin in the Old Kerala.
Very Beautiful!!
Thanks to Abraham for this stunning picture!
(New World)

MY SAVIOUR LIVES: ART FORWARDED BY NEETHA THOMAS

PRAISE THE LORD (FB)

                                                     

PARROT FLOWER: PICTURE BY SR ELSIE BABY

THANKS SR ELSIE BABY!
FOR THIS BEAUTIFUL PARROT FLOWER FROM THAILAND.

THE SUN AND THE MOON: POEM BY JAYAN PHILIP





THE SUN AND THE MOON


The moon shines at night

The sun shines in the day

The sun shines in light

The moon shines in dark

The cloud comes before rain

The rainbow comes in day.


All rights reserved:  Jayan Philip

 

(Congratulations to Jayan Philip, a new and brilliant young

poet in the tradition of the Kurian and Philip family.  Jayan

is debuting as a poet with this superb piece, The Moon and the Sun.

Congratulations Jayan and hope to see more of your poems).  New World

ROSES ARE RED: PICTURE (FB)


                                                BEAUTIFUL PICTURE AND MESSAGE!
                                                THANKS TO FB.  NEW WORLD.
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DESIGNED EGGS/PICTURE (FB)


                     SENT BY A FILIPINO FRIEND (FROM FB)
               HOW CREATIVE!  THANKS.  NEW WORLD

Friday, January 20, 2017

I LOVE MY MOTHER FORWARDED BY ABRAHAM G















A VERY TOUCHING PICTURE!

EVERYTHING HAS ITS OWN TIME FORWARDED BY NEETHA THOMAS
















BEAUTIFUL AND FASCINATING ART!
THANKS TO NEETHA THOMAS.
NEW WORLD

SHADES OF TRUTH: CYNTHIA ABEGAIL






SHADES OF TRUTH


Truth, effervescent crystal clear at the summit
Topple down the mighty, sweep the chaff----
Wheat purified from tinges of guile, to sift
Pure, almond sweet harnessed as a gift!


Lo, but truth hurts! It may hurt the pride---
Awakened by the reality, no more of dreams
The fantasy subsides, bare mortality ensues
As scarlet wounds effuses the pain but real!


But truth may be gushing yellow as the sun,
So bright, translucent reveals the deepness
Of the bay of recesses where only God sees,
Tis true, evokes the contrite heart to view!


Truth is purple and royal as it's Source----
Transgresses all boundaries and realms,
Search for it from the rising to the setting,
Elusive, yet pensive for Truth never lies!


All rights reserved: Cynthia Abegail
(Another Poem which is another gem decorates our New World. Thanks, Cynthia)New World

LOOK AT THE FLOWERS BY MARIA CASSIA



pic credit:  Thom and Kathie


LOOK AT THE FLOWERS



The world is full of flowers, dandelions and lilies,
Look at these flowers; they never plant or view
Shoot from the sepals and grow anew each day
Solomon's garments not as lovely as O they lay.

Roses abound in my garden, reddish and pinkish,
Plucked in the morning as the vase full of water
Offered for my Lord as the morn hasten to noon
The petals brighten as my eyes beamed attune!

Do not worry, for the birds arise to seek a living,
They never earn, nor work or strive with wings
Yet Heavenly Father provides for them array!
How much for you created in His image at bay?

The grasses, verdant green and emerald at times,
How I walked on the lush green at dawn and night
Yet the following day, they'll be gathered in barns
To be burned the next day, as smoke rise as yarns!

Do not worry, for you are precious to your Father,
The Master never forgets you in every day hour
Do not worry for even the luscious flowers thank,
Smile and walk with confidence, for God loves us!

Inspired by the Gospel
Maria Cassia

Thanks to http://www.flowers.vg/ (picture credit)

PRAISE GOD ALMIGHTY: PICTURE FORWARDED BY CYNTHIA ABEGAIL












The beauty of the roses reminds us of the Beauty
of our Creator whom we praise and worship all
the days of our lives!

A TRANQUIL MOMENT: POEM BY MERCY ABRAHAM

                                                        
**A Tranquil Moment **

A poem by Dr. Mercy Abraham
Al Ain, Abu Dhabi- UAE


My Soul soars to worlds unknown
Like a skylark that soars across the lake
What heights of joy and depths of deep Love
It can go and find its treasures.

 Peace fills my mind at this moment solemn
As I gaze across the green placid lake
Where else can I find such a place except
In my own country- "Gods on country!

Where birds come to nest from eons abroad.
It is just pleasant to spend some moments
In this tranquil time - when time seems to be standstill.
And peace soaks into my heart

The shots seam very clear, which
Does not fade in memory,
when You look across the years
What nostalgia will fill your mind, when

You be old and want to go back
To your cherished moments in your memory- lane---
I can see this now as I sit and
Jot down this lines beside the tranquil lake

And as I look at the white birds across the marshes
Some of the birds fly in pairs and
Dance in the air, and go back to their nests
Where their bird lings hatch

I love this moments where everything is quiet
And at a slow pace, when I go back
To my restless and monotonous pace, and
I will be glad if my words bring cheer to you
Across the ocean, and you are far away.

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(Thanks to Dr Mercy Abraham for sharing with us this sweet and
romantic poem that gently unfolds a loving tone in the tranquil
moments of nostalgia and pleasant memories!  Excellent!)
New World

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