1432. The leaves drift toward the earth like ships to land, a voyage launched from timbers’ great lofty berths… ~Excerpt from a poem by Dan Young

Sacred Touches

Ah! the year is slowly dying,
And the wind in tree-top sighing,
Chant his requiem.
Thick and fast the leaves are falling,
High in the air wild birds are calling,
Nature’s solemn, autumnal hymn.
~ Edited poem by
Mary Weston Fordham

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Day by day autumn’s end draws nearer, and thus even more strains of “nature’s solemn, autumnal hymn” fill the coldish air. And because the temperatures finally dropped below freezing for several nights here, the things that had been hanging on perished or are now in the process of dying and so their joyous songs of life have ceased for the year. The terrain too is well-nigh down to its barest essentials, and all that we’ll soon hear are winter’s deep sighs and silences or the wailing of her bitter, gusty winds. Things that  hold onto the promise of spring either in their roots or in splitting seed casings will…

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‘साधक’

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अमूल्य क्षण हैं ये ,

किसी पर्ण पर बिखरी बूँदो सदृश्य

कभी द्रुत,कभी मद्धिम गति लिए

कभी मधुर,कभी कटु वृत्ति लिए

निरनिमेष रखते हैं मुझे

कहीं पलकें गिरें और हो जायें अदृश्य

मैं एक साधक हूँ

एकाकी ,एकाग्र ,एकनिष्ठ

ये विरक्ति,ये रुक्षता

अपरिहार्यता है मेरी

उदात्त तरंगे आतुर हैं ,छूने को

मैं विलग करता हूँ उन्हे ,लौट जाने को

स्वपनदृष्टा हूँ खुले नेत्रों का

क्यों कि अपहृत जो हूँ बंद नेत्रों का

प्रलोभन नहीं रोक पाते मुझे

मैं ऐसी अवरोधी शिला हूँ

जो किसी भी प्रवाह से परिवहित नही होती

हमवयों की उमंगे हो या उत्सव – बहारें

घटाओं घिरा गगन या पुष्पित चमन

जेठ की अलसई दुपहरी या जाड़े कि नरमई धूप

मुझे नही रिझा पाती

मैं मेरे लक्ष्य का चितेरा हूँ

कर्मभूमि में उतरा हूँ

पथच्युत नही हो सकता

यदि बहका तो नही बढ़ सकता

दीर्घा का मूकदर्शक बना रहता हूँ

जानता हूँ मोहक क्षणों को खो रहा…

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‘जीवट’

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यह समय का निष्ठुर दौर है

हर आहट अनिष्ट सी प्रतीत होती है

श्वांसो का क्रम भी विवश सा चलित है

प्रत्येक दृष्टी सशंकित है

नेत्रों से निद्रा विस्मृत है

ज़ठरागिनी भी शमित है

रोम-रोम भयाक्रांत है

ना भोर ,ना साँझ का भान है

पराजित घोषित हूँ

गहरे पानी उतरा हूँ

हास – उपहास का विषय हूँ

प्रतिद्वद्धियों के लिये एक बंद अध्याय हूँ

अँधियारा सच में बहुत घना है

चँहु ओर घुटा कुहांसा है

बस मैं ही मैं को दिखता हूँ

ना साथ कोई अपना ना पराया है

किंतु ह्रदय स्पन्दित है ,देह ज़ीवित है

यदि मैं मृत नहीं तो धिक्कार मुझे जो मैं सुप्त हूँ

अब मुझे उठना होगा

प्राणों को प्रमाण देना होगा

खोने को कुछ भी शेष नहीं

पाने का प्रण ही ध्येय है

मैं कतरा- कतरा समेटूँगा

हर ज़ड़ को चेतन कर दूँगा

बँद राह खोलूँगा

या नई राह गढ़ लूँगा

अब स्वयं का स्वयं…

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(Humor Poem) Just Shut Up

JUST SHUT UP

 

Please be quiet doesn’t always work

If we do speak up, now we’re the jerk

Kindness is just a moral fantasy these days

Why should the world be quiet for you or me

So much racket makes our eardrums blow up

 

Married to a spouse who lies so smooth and well

Derriere in the air but not for the likes of you

Careful what you pray for if you want a pretty little flirt

Their dirty little minds will get you planted in the dirt

The heart says stay but the brain says shut up and leave

 

First time was a hoe, second time you swear you married a witch

Follow you around like a snake, with their fangs in your face

O the hate filled games these villains learn and love to play

If they show you any kindness it is because you paid and paid

Your weary heart wants to scream, just shut up and go away

 

Lying to you and the Preacher saying they will when they know they won’t

Two times brought you Hell on Earth, are we dumb enough to try for a third

When you see her smile it’s just because she is planning her next diabolical scheme

Two Spouses who loved to cheat and both wishing you were dead so why try for three

Some times its best to just shut up, learn to say no, and don’t listen to your jeans

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(Humor Poem) Give Me Gold

GIVE ME GOLD

 

If Gold is our God, we shall never be in want

Gold always lets us lay down in pure pleasures

Gold floats us upon Lillie Pads in Crystal Waters

Gold always lets us shop in all the most Chic of places

Gold restores the fortunes of the weak, for its own name sake

 

Even though we are welcome in the finest of Casinos and Royal Houses

We have nothing to fear with our linens threads of pure Gold to lay upon

Our Stocks, our Bonds, our Secure Boxes filled with Gold, it comfort us

Nothing like Gold to make our enemies to bow at our table if they want to eat

Gold Chalices anoint our hands, because of gold, we live a life that over flows

 

Purely Nature itself gives Her blessings to us, as long as we are well supplied in Gold

All the days of our lives we deserve to live in pure luxury, we have the power of Gold

If we wish we can live in mansions made of pure Gold, after all, aren’t we Demigods

Gold is our strength, why would anyone pity week-minded, the poor, the old, leaches

Gold is Eternal, if there is a God, we will put him in his place with a bribe a bit later

 

 

(Philosophy Love Poem) Old Poems And Old Folks

OLD POEMS AND OLD FOLKS

 

Old poems, from where do they generate their light

Old minds, is this what is required to create a past life

Old memories, of what really happened can fluctuate

Old eyes can dim, but the wit and the Soul can stay bright

Old ears can close yet the laughs of yesterday still do remain

Old poems like people can be hate filled or even kind of sweet

 

Old poems, from where do they linger or draw their breath

Old by-gone years and the loved ones those memories possess

Old days of your childhood, whipped and worked like a dog

Old school systems that taught nothing of real life to the child

Old school sweethearts, would’ve been nice if someone had cared

Old poems like dreams allows the heart and mind to fantasize, what if

 

Old poems can bring tears of joy or sometimes tears of pain to the psych

Old lives lived, would we really want to go back in time, do it all again

Old friendships like time itself somehow fade or grow with the ticking clock

Old loves and lovers through poem rekindle the first time they kissed

Old couples on the swing holding hands, sun setting in the glory of God

Old poems can open a dead heart and bring it back, to see the next sunrise

 

(Spiritual Poem) Just How Holy Are We, Or Not

JUST HOW HOLY ARE WE, OR NOT

 

Who is it that would count themselves to be worthy

Worthy to live or to even stand on the Mountain of God

Who is it among us who’s walk is pure and speaks no sins

The true heart does not slander nor curse with its Holy tongue

The Asp of the tongue not controlled can rip sinews from bone

 

Friendships, brotherhood, are these just images of bygone glories

Who today has honor and would really stand by their Oath, unto death

Would we demand collateral and charge usury, to our own Mothers

Explain compassion as we garner wealth at the expense of the starving

He who takes a bribe to condemn the innocent, are they colleague, or foe

 

We’re all told to earnestly seek the Face of God daily, yet do any of us do it

Lord thank you for the majestic and humble words of love You left us to study

The Two-Edged Sword of God, His words, still so very divisive to the world today

Peace after death is calling for us all, Armageddon then Paradise, or sulfur’s stench

Humanities only chance is to walk hand in hand with the Spirit of God’s Son, or burn

Strong earthquake strikes Indonesia; 2 dead

(THIS ARTICLE IS COURTESY OF CNN)

 

Strong earthquake strikes Indonesia; 2 dead

Motorists in Cilacap, Indonesia, are stuck in traffic as they try to reach higher ground amid fears of a tsunami after an earthquake. A tsunami warning was canceled.

(CNN)Two people were killed and seven others were injured when a strong earthquake hit Indonesia late Friday, authorities said.

The 6.5-magnitude quake was centered in Cipatujah, in the western part of Java, the US Geological Survey said, at a depth of 91.9 kilometers (about 57 miles).
Residents felt the quake about 190 miles away (305 kilometers) in the capital of Jakarta, where people briefly evacuated to the ground floor of their high-rises.

Residents gather outside their apartment blocks in Jakarta after the earthquake.

Tremors were also felt in the cities of Bandung, more than 63.5 miles away (102.1 kilometers) and Yogyakarta, more than 211 miles away (339.9 kilometers), authorities said.
A tsunami alert was issued after the quake, which Indonesian authorities recorded at 11:47 p.m. as 6.9 magnitude, according to Sutopo Purwo Nugroho, spokesman for Indonesia’s National Disaster Management and Mitigation Agency
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The two victims were buried in rubble, one in Ciamis, in West Java, and the other in Pekalongan, in Central Java, emergency officials said.
A few hundred homes and buildings were destroyed or damaged, the officials said. Several hospitals were damaged. Seventy patients from Banyumas Hospital were moved to tents and another temporary shelter.

Patients are evacuated outside a hospital in Banyumas overnight after an earthquake.

Fears of a tsunami prompted people to evacuate their homes for higher ground, but there were no reports of tsunamis occurring along the southern coasts of western, central and eastern Java and the city of Yogyakarta.
The alert was lifted at 2:30 a.m., the spokesman said.
Most residents returned to their homes on Saturday and they were advised to seek temporary shelter if their dwellings aren’t safe. Several aftershocks continue to be felt in the areas hit by the quake, emergency officials said.
An earthquake on December 7, 2016, struck Indonesia’s Aceh province in Sumatra and killed at least 100 people.

Woman Calls Cops on Mom Hitting Screaming Son in Car

(THIS ARTICLE IS COURTESY OF FAITH-IT) (THIS ARTICLE WAS SENT TO ME ON FACEBOOK BY A CLOSE FRIEND OF OURS)

 

PARENTING

Woman Calls Cops on Mom Hitting Screaming Son in Car—3 Yrs Later, Her Big Mistake Comes Full Circle

Once upon a time, parenting meant letting your kids play hide-and-seek outside with the neighbors while you did the dishes in the kitchen. Do that in front of the wrong set of eyes today, and you best prepare yourself for a full-blown police investigation and visit from DCFS.

One thing’s for sure, today’s society is full of first-class parent shamers—professional mommy watchdogs ready to pounce on the first sign of a stranger’s neglect. As the decades pass, it seems we’ve all become experts on how to raise other people’s children.

Nobody could be more familiar with this tendency than Megan Orr Burnside, a sweet mama who learned the hard way that what our world needs is a little more compassion, not judgment.

While witnessing what she perceived to be a physically abusive situation at a Tennessee gas station, she instinctually called police to report the mother’s violence. What she quickly learned from authorities was that this mom had really struggled with her autistic son in the past and had even called the cops many times on her own, asking for help to deal with his violence.

That apparently ‘violent’ mother was actually a loving parent doing the very best that she could. And instead of helping, she turned her in.

Megan’s foot was lodged firmly in her mouth.

The “overwhelming realization of [her] mistake” sat with her for years—but little did she know, it was a life lesson that would come full circle in cultivating just the compassion she needed to help another struggling mother, at a time when she needed it most.

And it left her with an essential takeaway message that every parent in America needs to hear.

Read Megan’s powerful story in her viral Facebook post that has since been shared over 20,000 times on her personal page and Love What Matters:

“I have something weighing on my heart this morning.

A few years ago I was in Tennessee with my husband at a training event. We were at a gas station when we saw a woman with a boy of about 10 years old, struggling to get him in the car. He was screaming and she was so angry and frustrated. We watched her get him in the car and there was a lot of physical fighting in the car. It looked like she was hitting him as well, so we called the police. They came and we left. We then got a call and they told us that the boy was autistic and she really struggled with him, and she had even asked for the police’s help in the past to deal with him because he was very violent. They said they have been helping her and she’s doing the best she can.


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I had the most overwhelming realization of my mistake. In my eagerness to protect the child, I neglected to offer help to the mother. Instead I “turned her in” to the authorities. We sat and watched her struggle and called her in. I have felt guilt even years later that I didn’t get out of my car and offer her some help. If I had helped in that moment, it may not have led to more violence.

Fast forward to a few weeks ago, I was at a thrift store and a woman with two kids were in line to pay. One toddler boy was fussing and the other boy was asking his mother to buy things. She was so angry and explosive at both of them, the whole store was aware of them. People stood there and watched them struggle in the line. I remembered the experience I had in Tennessee and walked over to talk to the little boy and put my hand on his foot. He calmed down. The mother was so frazzled and apologized. She told me she worked nights and she couldn’t even think in the day. I know there were other things going on, but in that moment I told her I understood what it’s like to be overwhelmed. I told her she was a good mom. I told her everything was going to be okay. She cried, guys. She CRIED as everyone else watched her struggle with her burden. Years earlier I would have been holding my cell phone ready, watching to see if she did anything that I should report.

I know there’s a place for the authorities to step in, but I feel like we have become a culture who watches for faults instead of opportunities to help. We have become more separated and condemning, instead of compassionate and loving and serving. If we helped more, we would have to call the authorities less.

This has come up for me today because someone called DCFS on my dear friend. I have spent many hours in her home and she is the kind of mother I want to be like. I have observed the love and patience with which she helps her children do their chores and the way she listens to them tell their stories. I seriously aspire to be like her. When authorities were called by someone no doubt thinking they were “helping,” she was very sick in bed with a respiratory infection. I don’t know what this person observed that they thought was a problem. Maybe her kids were running around without parental supervision? Maybe a parent wasn’t feeding them so they were foraging for themselves? I am sad that the person who called her in didn’t ask how they could HELP HER.

It’s time to stop judging each other and start helping each other, or we will only perpetuate isolation, depression, addictions, violence, and suicide. When people are overwhelmed they need help, not condemnation. I know I have been guilty for doing this very thing and I see clearly how I probably perpetuated the problem instead of helping to uplift and assist others.

I am grateful for reminders (even painful reminders) that we are not that separate. We are not that different. True change comes when we are given love and help, not condemnation.”

Megan’s humble teaching moment at that Tennessee gas station was a painful memory to relive, but she couldn’t be more grateful for the blessing of parenting perspective it gave her to share with the world.

The next time we think about slamming down the Judge-Judy gavel on a parent who appears to be in the wrong, I pray we take a moment to first offer a helping hand…because maybe—just maybe—that ‘horrible mother’ is simply a struggling mommy doing the best she can to raise her baby in a broken world, just like you.

Kelsey Straeter
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Kelsey is an editor at Outreach. She’s passionate about fear fighting, freedom writing, and the pursuit of excellence in the name of crucifying perfectionism. Glitter is her favorite color, 2nd only to pink, and 3rd only to pink glitter.

Legally Blind

Author Sarah Wilson

I became legally blind after having a massive brain aneurysm rupture, everything was black in a blink of an eye, I have no idea what was going on with me.I couldn’t speak at all ,but I only knew I wasn’t able to see …everything was darkness around me.Is being very hard to adjust to my new life, I’ve also became disabled, very hard also to accept this change. After all These Years i have learned to accept and move on with my life. Some days are harder than other ones, so I take each day as it comes. Every morning it’s a new beginning for me because I don’t know what to expect the next day… my chronic pain is my sweet companion and my loneliness surrounds me everyday. Oh how I wish for my life to be different.But it is what it is,it could be worse, So I decide…

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