Children cry in hunger
As parents strive for food;
Still their hearts are unfed.
So many lives are empty,
So many walk alone.
Reaching out for something
They cannot seem to find.
This is my command:
Take your brother’s hand
And love him as I have first loved you.
Let the warmth of your embrace
Give him strength to run the race.
Broken people wonder:
“O God, where can You be?”
Share my heart with those who weep
And bring them back to me.
May your love’s work be the evidence of grace.
I believe in light
I believe if light exists there will be dark
I believe in good
I believe if good exists there will be evil
I believe in kindness
I believe if kindness exists there will be cruelty
I believe in generosity
I believe if generosity exists there will be greed
I believe in love
I believe if love exists there will be hate
I believe in hope
I believe if hope exists there will be despair
I believe in courage
I believe if courage exists there must be fear
I believe in You
I believe if You exist there must be a place where You do not
And I don’t ever want to find that place!
Being old school is sometimes much more joyful than doing the latest things in the current period. Grandparents dropping the kids to school, taking them back home, playing with them are the things missed by the present generation. Fresh air rushing through your face when you are laughing and still having a little fear of falling down from the bicycle, but you still want to do it again and again; gives you more joy than anything.
Today when I was heading back from work, I saw a little boy from his school; perhaps he was in kindergarten I guess. His grandfather was taking him back from school in a bicycle. The traffic was moderate and they were comfortably going in the area of cars and buses. The reaction on the little boy’s face was very innocent and he was looking to his grandfather as he was happily cycling back.
The relationship between the little boy and grandfather shows the reality of life. Similarity of a little boy is the starting point of life and grandfather shows the end point of life. Both the phases are stated to be pure and innocent, more generous and humble to understand the purity of life.
Getting late for a meeting,
Slung his coat over the shoulder,
He bounded out of the house.
As he drove away, she came
Running down the stairs two at a time.
‘Wait, wait’, she said,
But he had already left.
Her mouth crumpled
Like a used wrapping paper.
He forgot to give her a goodbye kiss,
She whispered in a trembled voice.
She called him saying accusingly
That he left without giving her a kiss.
‘I am sorry darling’, he said.
‘It’s okay’, she said,
Trying to be grown up,
As she cut the call.
Gulped down her breakfast gloomily,
Wore her shoes, picked her school bag
And started to walk out of the door.
As she climbed down the steps,
The car stopped outside the house.
He got out of the car.
She ran to him, her face lit up.
‘I’m sorry I forgot’, he said.
He picked her up and hugged her.
Said nothing, her jaw ached from smiling.
Fear in my heart, and cold in my soul,
On unsteady feet I stand up to you
To hear the decision of the jury.
Tears in my eyes, dry throat,
I take the responsibility of your broken heart,
I must take my punishment.
You’re the victim here;
I cannot linger on what I feel.
I can’t dwell on my pain seeing you suffer,
You are the only one for me.
I stumbled, I tripped,
But I’m still where I’m meant to be.
I realized when you looked at me,
The damage I’ve done is vast.
No matter how much I plead on my knees,
I’m sorry won’t cut it this time.
But “I am sorry”,
I think about your pain.
The sorrow in your voice is breaking me down.
This is not about me.
I patiently wait for your choice.
Knowing I’m not worth it,
Praying you still love me.
I won’t give up on us;
I stand here looking for
Created from dust
To give our best
For His glory
With life’s story.
He came down
Lived among us
Took our shame
On the cross.
Called us friends
To enter His kingdom;
No longer a slave
Saved by the blood.
Until that day
Love conquers all;
Will shout an anthem
Singing Holy, Holy!
The first relationship a son will ever have is with his mother. A well-bonded child does better emotionally, behaviorally, academically and demonstrates resistance to peer pressure.
A mother teaches emotional intelligence to her son, which ultimately ensures that he can not only understand his own feelings, but also can be compassionate to others. This opens a space to teach him the power of intimacy, which ultimately leads to happiness in all relationships.
A son in late adolescence needs emotional support from his mother. He needs that hug and kiss on his cheek, that restores him, no matter what’s going on in his life.
Behind every successful man, there is a controlling mother. By constant communication with him, she promotes his emotional intelligence. Because of this, he has better friendships and close relationships, which help him have a happy life.
Salute to all the mothers. And Happy Mother’s Day!