Saturday, August 1, 2015

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THE CHICK AND THE EGG: SHORT STORY (E-BOOK) BY ARIANNA ROSE PHILIP

YOUNG ARIANNA'S(NOW 8 YEARS OLD) E. BOOK/PAPERBACK BY WWW.AMAZON.COM
THE CHICK AND THE EGG (E-BOOK)

Arianna is a sweet, imaginative, and humorous seven year old first grader who has enjoyed creating stories before she could write. I recall her dictating stories to whoever was sitting closest to her. I believe Arianna's passion for writing stories and poems comes from a combination of her special talents, her grandfather, a writer himself, and from her preschool experience that taught based on a Reggio Emilia approach. Arianna learned early on to observe the simplest of details in nature such as the petals on a flower or the leaves on a tree. Her observations along with her imagination are the source of her poems and stories.

Author:  Arianna Rose Philip,

Book work & reviews executed by:
George Abraham, Prof. Dr. Joy  T Kunjappu, Mr. Sudhir Panikkaveetil, and Ms. Cynthia Abegail Bernardo

(Please support our young, brilliant short story teller and poetess).

Cynthia Abegail  


AVAILABLE AT www.amazon.com

BLESSING FORWARDED BY SR ELSIE BABY

















Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all
the days of my life =that is Blessing!!
The meaning will surely go into the depth of our
heart !! Thanks to Elsie Baby
New World

Blessed are You, Sovereign God of All


Blessed are you, Sovereign God of All, to you be glory and praise forever!  In your tender compassion, the dawn from on high is breaking upon us to dispel the lingering shadows of night.  As we look for your coming among us this day, open our eyes to behold your presence and strengthen our hands to do your will, that the world may rejoice and give you praise, Father, Son and Holy Spirit.  Blessed be God forever.


From:  Celebrating Common Prayer

Source:  A. Ashwin, The Book of Thousand Prayers

THE UNCOOKED EGGS (A HAITIAN FOLKTALE) BY GEORGE KURIAN

THE UNCOOKED EGGS (A HAITIAN FOLKTALE)
Once there was a poor woman who offered lodging to a passing soldier.In return, he offered her three eggs.The woman did not cook the eggs, but decided to hatch them instead. From the eggs,three red roosters hatched.The poor woman, when they grew big took them to the market and sold them. With that money, she bought pigs.. When the pigs were grown, she sold them for a goat, then the goat for a calf and the calf for an ox. Finally, she had enough money to buy some land. A few years later, the same soldier passed by and asked for refuge in the night. The woman gladly welcomed him and gave him the happy news about her fortune. "When you were last here, you gave me three eggs. I will never forget, what a good fortune that brought it to me." The good old woman made him a sumptuous meal and told him her story.She gave him a tour of her large fields,with ripe carrots,tomatoes and other vegetables growing, and her herds of cattle. The soldier stayed almost a week in the woman's house, and she treated him like family. Sometime after he left, the woman began getting notices to appear in the Court. She finally walked five hours to town.The Soldier was waiting for her at the Courthouse. He told her that because he gave her three eggs, she was no longer poor but amassed a lot of wealth. He demanded a share of her wealth. The woman told the Judge that the Soldier was wrong." He did not give me rooster,but only the eggs.!" But Soldier argued ,"Did not those eggs give you all that you have now ?" The woman hired a lawyer and the battle continued between the Soldier and the woman. She was so much tired from the Court battle that she was almost ready to give up half of her wealth to the soldier. A few days before the final decision was to be made, an old beggar knocked at the woman's door.He asked her something to eat. "Charity for an old man." The woman replied that she was not giving out charity. "I do not know what will bring out tomorrow.." She also told him about the fight in the Court about the property. Then the beggar told her not to worry. She scoffed at his words, but gave him some rice and beans. He told her to eat well and rest before she goes to the Court next day and he would wait for her at the Courthouse . He promised to help her. The old man was there as promised. The lawyers of both side went on and on for a long time and finally the old man cried out to the Judge that he came to hear the Verdict. The Judge asked him why this old man was interested in the case and the verdict. The beggar replied,"This good old woman offered me charity of rice and beans. I saved the beans to plant after, after eating the rice. I have space in a field a friend saved for me for planting the beans. I want to know if it is worth it to plant the beans." Everyone laughed.The Judge asked, "What is this,cooked beans being planted ?" The beggar replied, "Thank You. When this good woman told me the court believed that eggs could produce pigs, goats and eventually land. I thought I should also make the effort. After all, if the eggs can give that, what can the beans do ?" Everyone in the Court cheered. The Judge dismissed the case and the woman won the case. ... by George Kurian (Thanks to our former Chief Editor, the late George Kurian for this beautiful story with moral) New World

EQUINOX: PICTURE FORWARDED BY ABRAHAM G


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

AUTUMN BEAUTY FORWARDED BY ABRAHAM G



  

HERE I AM: POEM FORWARDED BY CYNTHIA ABEGAIL

                                         picture credit:  http://www.123rf.com/   Thanks!

HERE I AM


The days are short and nights are balmy this winter,
And skies are foggy, missed tawny leaves so bare!
Sunlit seas never came again and spring so tawdry,
But here I am, pondering on woolen shawls of berry.

The mist are heavy and the trees as white as snow,
And moods are heavy-laden,  so cold and icy-blue
When will the sun yellowish as golden and as new,
But here I am, hibernating with the coffee O' brew!

When will the sun shine again, whisper to me softly?
The weather is fickle, this morn may be wintry eerie,
Hope it changes and the dryness will go away weary
But here I am, reckoning with fluffy blurry lore Siri!

When will the flowers bloom again in freezy garden?
Missed the roses so red and lilies exotic not barren!
Hope the hyacinths will sway again with the violets,
But here I am, writing with the shaggy linen killets!

All rights reserved:  Cynthia Abegail Bernardo
 (Another Beautiful Poem by our great Poetess Cynthia Abegail,New World 

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

THE FARAWAY STAR: POEM BY MARY VARGHESE

















[THE FARAWAY STAR
by Mary Varghese

Rains falling in torrents,
lashing against the panes
winds unpredictable blowing violently........
An angel of death stalks
the nook and corner
not a living soul does the street lamp lit up.
It's a lonely night,
dark and desolate wet and violent,
dreary and dragging
Out on such a night............
Shivers of fear and doubts chill my bones
Out on the desolate night, in search of dreams
Unsearchable,Unreachable, Unsurmountable
shrugs the worldly scribes,
near and dear ones shun me
from chasing the faraway star,
shining so clear
Distance makes it unreal,
But i know otherwise..........
The flickering lamp of love ,
in the engulfing darkness
spreads the light of hope and love.........
In a despairing attempt,
Hope dies........
to rise again unveiling a brighter morn,
rising from the ashes
hope that kindles in me,
a sure.....eternal essence a fire of everlasting bliss.
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED:MARY VARGHESE
(First Published: 7/20/10) Labels: Mary Varghese by georgekurian republished

RARE FRUITS: PICTURE (FB) THOMAS KOOVALOOR AND SAVAD MARANCHERY


                                                Thanks to Thomas Koovaloor and

                                Savad Maranchery for this interesting

                                picture in FB.  New World

                                Labels: pictures

LOVELY ORCHIDS: PICTURE BY www.deshaw.com



LOVELY ORCHIDS!   

Friday, July 31, 2015

IS 45: 6 "THERE IS NONE BESIDES ME"


GOD ALMIGHTY---THERE IS NO

OTHER!

"THOU HAS MADE US FOR THYSELF, O GOD": ST AUGUSTINE OF HIPPO





"Thou hast made us for Thyself, O God, our hearts will

never rest till they find rest in Thee."

                                            ST AUGUSTINE OF HIPPO

pic credit:  www.photoswithpictures.com




                                                  

A POEM TO MOM FORWARDED BY ARIANNA ROSE PHILIP

A POEM TO MOM: BY ARIANNA ROSE PHILIP
(The attached is our ARIANNA'S Poem. Arianna is a 5 year old
writer at the time she wrote her poems.  (now 6- poem is republished) who has published two short stories in our New World
already. She has written the following poem on her own and it
is below without any editing, except the spelling). She is now 9 years old.


**A POEM TO MOM**

DEAR MOM

You are as sweet as an Easter Bunny
And Your hugs are so fluffy
You smell like daisies and the best part
is when you are with me
And I am with you
You fly in your imagination like a butterfly
You land on a flower.
You get nectar from the flower you go into your coccoon
When it stops, there is a rainbow in the sky
I see unicorns on the rainbow

love
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Art work: Abraham G

(This poem touches our hearts. It depicts the love of Arianna for her Mum, Dr Anisha Kurian-Philip. A very promising poet! Brilliant!) New World