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Abortion: is there anything more evil than the destruction of a soul even before it has the chance to have life!! These awful, evil people who support such Hitler-like practices against the unborn, will face the Wrath of God someday!
Jan 2, 2011
Why Can't we live in harmony?
Ebony and Ivory by Paul McCartney sung by Paul McCartney and Stevie Wonder.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TZtiJN6yiik&feature=autofb
New Years Day 2011
As I sit still in the quiet of my comfortable home I feel peace. The soft light cast by the small table lamp gives a feeling of serenity to the room. Beside me is my best friend Harrison; he is a 100 pound lovable hugable, black Labrador that loves me with the love that reaches to the moon. He tells me this with endless licks of his sticky pink tongue on my arms and the gaze of his eyes filled with adoration previously held for the Gods. My other sweet dog, Angel, sinks into the pillow bed on the floor and sleeps. The only sound in the room is the hum of the heater that fills my home with warmth. I sink my tired body into the overstuffed coach and begin to feel my limbs relax. Thus ends day number one of a new year and I wonder with wonder what lies in the coming days ahead.
Yet, even at this very moment it is strikingly evident to me that there are many people in the world that are not as lucky as me. There are those who at this moment are listening to bombs and gunshots, and those that cover their cold bodies with dirty cardboard as they sleep unsoundly upon the cold ground. I also think of those that are hungry, and the children abused and broken from the enemy hands that should have soothed them and comforted them. Most certainly the words: "This is the day that tries mens souls" applies today just as much as it did many years ago. Within this moment of solitude and quite my heart does not totally rest but is sorrowfully aware of the existing injustice and tragedy in our tumultuous world which seems on the brink of total ruin.
On this Saturday, the first day of January 2011 the dance of time begins a new waltz. With a fresh vision of sight we reach toward the stars and the glory of a new beginning brimming in hope. Yet, I cannot push past the memory of the yesterdays filled with moments of worry, stress and disappointment. In spite of this overpowering awareness of yesterday's sorrows, however, I renew my commitment to pray and work for peace in my life and the life of others, in whatever small way I can.
I love John Donne's poem "For whom the Bell Tolls" for it awakens in me the truth that everyone on earth is connected, and the knowledge that we each share a part in that great ocean of life. No life is solitary in itself, for each life touches other lives either for good or for bad, but they touch. What we do effects not only ourselves but others as well. Often we pass to the world our good will and love hope and laughter and joy. Yet, there are also times we pass our burden to the world through our inadequacies and shortcomings, whether it be an inability to forgive, or understand, our judgmental attitudes, or our insatiable desires for material things.
This year with all its promise of glory lays before us as a blank page waiting for the strike of our thoughts and actions to write the moments, the minutes, the hours, and the days into reality. Like novice actors nervously ascending the stage to perform the new act of an unwritten script, an unrehearsed play that will then become our tomorrow and our tomorrow and our tomorrow. On this day one cycle of time closes shut and the door to another miraculously swings wide open awaiting our footsteps into the future. And we, and only we, will make the marks that purposefully write the story upon this new year. Will it be a year to remember with joy, sadness, or regret? This is Act One, Scene One, and hopefully what follows in the closing Act will be a recollection of joyful memories, the pride of goals met, and the peace of knowing the world is a better place because we lived in it.
http://www.poetry-online.org/donne_for_whom_the_bell_tolls.htm
Yet, even at this very moment it is strikingly evident to me that there are many people in the world that are not as lucky as me. There are those who at this moment are listening to bombs and gunshots, and those that cover their cold bodies with dirty cardboard as they sleep unsoundly upon the cold ground. I also think of those that are hungry, and the children abused and broken from the enemy hands that should have soothed them and comforted them. Most certainly the words: "This is the day that tries mens souls" applies today just as much as it did many years ago. Within this moment of solitude and quite my heart does not totally rest but is sorrowfully aware of the existing injustice and tragedy in our tumultuous world which seems on the brink of total ruin.
On this Saturday, the first day of January 2011 the dance of time begins a new waltz. With a fresh vision of sight we reach toward the stars and the glory of a new beginning brimming in hope. Yet, I cannot push past the memory of the yesterdays filled with moments of worry, stress and disappointment. In spite of this overpowering awareness of yesterday's sorrows, however, I renew my commitment to pray and work for peace in my life and the life of others, in whatever small way I can.
I love John Donne's poem "For whom the Bell Tolls" for it awakens in me the truth that everyone on earth is connected, and the knowledge that we each share a part in that great ocean of life. No life is solitary in itself, for each life touches other lives either for good or for bad, but they touch. What we do effects not only ourselves but others as well. Often we pass to the world our good will and love hope and laughter and joy. Yet, there are also times we pass our burden to the world through our inadequacies and shortcomings, whether it be an inability to forgive, or understand, our judgmental attitudes, or our insatiable desires for material things.
This year with all its promise of glory lays before us as a blank page waiting for the strike of our thoughts and actions to write the moments, the minutes, the hours, and the days into reality. Like novice actors nervously ascending the stage to perform the new act of an unwritten script, an unrehearsed play that will then become our tomorrow and our tomorrow and our tomorrow. On this day one cycle of time closes shut and the door to another miraculously swings wide open awaiting our footsteps into the future. And we, and only we, will make the marks that purposefully write the story upon this new year. Will it be a year to remember with joy, sadness, or regret? This is Act One, Scene One, and hopefully what follows in the closing Act will be a recollection of joyful memories, the pride of goals met, and the peace of knowing the world is a better place because we lived in it.
http://www.poetry-online.org/donne_for_whom_the_bell_tolls.htm
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