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Hunting His Fingerprint
We “..is living in ver ver bad times!”Abu would say; I was a kid and thought older folks didn’t have much to do but collect bad news like I once collected feathers. After School years, there was aunt Chera praying for rains 24×7, so that our farmers and we get good crop. So yes, everyone Continue reading
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Watch “SECRET GULLY | THE BOY WITH NO NAME (Pt .2) | Little Lights” on YouTube
Inspired by a real life 5 year old I met one monsoon at a school for slum kids, you’d never forget ‘Raju’ the school called him. His folks called him ‘chokra’ for street boy. There was no hatred at his home, only the face of poverty, the numbing face of sleepless days and nights. His Continue reading
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After every ritual of war or peace, there is,still that hunger…
This Post prompted by FMF Writers: ..the need to feel unafraid again. We’ve cast our vote against the thing that causes insecurity…. after all of that, if we have not got our own person in sync with peace, we will still be afraid, we will need hope and the energy that rises from freedom from Continue reading
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Here, nothing is ‘yours’ or ‘mine’ anymore….
*** …not in this day and time. Stop pretending it’s not still there: that selfish way we lived our lives, vying, clamoring for attention- suspicious of each other, or plain scrambling for power. Stop it, it hurts us. It hurts you. It’s not just old mode now, its the naked truth of how humans have Continue reading
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‘You got wings of fire’
she said that to me, just like that and I felt the arms of those words descend on my senses. We are limited by human description, we are victims of fatigue and yet, now and again, God sends His angels to remind us of the Christ within, waiting to be unfurled again, and again, and Continue reading
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Between good and evil ….
Between all our rights and crime, we carve an existence. Someone made rules but deep within even a baby knows what is theft, what is hurt, what is cheating. You cant just say you and I can do what we wish, somewhere it hurts someone else. Our choices are dominoes. And like it or not Continue reading
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What the Cross means to me
And I’d thought this Cross was a symbol of suffering: but It is more. It’s a coat hanger for my soul…. but more, more! Now and then, I’m shredded by life. Now and then dragged into chasms alone… so I thought. So we think, we humans. We are suicidal, sick, disabled, dependent on human resource; Continue reading
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It is time
To hold on to the good in us. To remember mercies and love. And faithfulness. It’s that time to practice peace. And pray like we believe prayer works. It does. Everytime we healed, someone prayed. Everytime our heart of stone melted, it was someone praying. Someone changing the stone of us into a pleasant pasture. Continue reading
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New every morning
Refresh my soul, let the doors of you, open to Peace. Let everything within breathe Grace. May our mind lean on Him whose mercies never fail, they are new every morning. Great is His faithfulness. Greater than all my bounteous lack. His power in my weakness, oh the fact of that. Not I but Christ Continue reading
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The way of Light
Everytime I break, You spill Your Light through e’en the tears in my eyes. Continue reading
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Do not weep for the wounded
but look to the Wounder, how low he falls. My brother who died at the feet of evil? Everyday his children rise stronger strong; *** but that one with hell as his mentor: weep for how he was low, so low. My slain brother lives tall eachday, his children rise, watched by the heav’ns of Continue reading
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Not by bread alone
..but by every word that proceeds from the mouth of God, we live: & may I add, we live not by bread alone but by words that proceed from our own mouths, we live/ or do not live fully….. Words have the power of life and death, they kill or heal the human spirit. But Continue reading
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When God Prays
Come on over, the sands are ripe for your heart. Yes it’s hard. But I Am with you. In every grain of sand, I AM for you. Watch this: there is a season turn turn, a time for every purpose under heaven. Come on over, the times are ripe for your tears that smile- they Continue reading
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Hem
Here, I find me.. pieces of me, stitched together in the Hem of Your garment. Look Lord, here around Your edge, pieces of prayers, darts sewn with silent fingers. Here I am Hannah, a woman ridiculed, hated by her sister, despised for unproductivity. A Hannah ruthlessly in a life not as good as expected. Here Continue reading
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A Planet full of Pile
I saw this Photograph in DAVE’s brilliant Blog PHOBLOGRAPHY , and it drew me right in! Thank you so much for the inspiration your work always brings. How many footprints are we, how many miles, how many stories writ or half made, waiting, stalled, how many lanes are we, bylane – gullies, routes, detours: how Continue reading
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The Naked Prayer
That Impossible thing you do relying on your ‘nth sense alone. I’ve been fascinated long enough with Michelangelo’s 15 ft marble masterpiece David, to take a good read on material I could get, and look what I found: along with some Questions, some Answers & an impossibly naked prayer….“** Michelangelo sculpts his David as before Continue reading
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That Once
Original oil, RN. Sold. …. He did not reply, but in the Stillness, all else was hushed: that One time was enough, enough for me to know the Power of His Stillness. Continue reading
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Saturday’s child.
His name was Dhru*; he loved the ‘roaring’ bit. Dhru must be at least ten years old today, when we did “Everybody is differently beautiful”, he must’ve been 7? To think he couldn’t see his costume, had no clue what a lion’s mane was like, or even heard it roar, what a sport Dhru was. Continue reading
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Pause calmly ….Selah!
Much to un-think here, @ a 3 hour drive from Bangalore city, into tiny growing town. Continue reading
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21 conclusions that renew me:
These past months I’ve come to a few (21!)conclusions that renew me; warning though…long post. Appreciating people is a craft all its own: it breaks barriers in Invisibility & Understanding of human co-existence. (You being here with comment, follow, share: made blogging a truly creative experience for me. My best liked Post was this here, Continue reading
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The Cusp of Things
they meet us here, and there in our trips around the sun. Here we start again. Continue reading
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Angel unawares
She found us on a railway platform, Bangalore East; was fascinated by our daughter’s phone and finger ring. Then she wouldn’t leave us; half hour later I was curious to see her family, was she alone? Were there more pretty eyes like hers, gold amber, dark with long lashes…. You could get trapped between tears Continue reading
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Gratitude 2019
It gathers me, these Leaves of days in a year of prayers that changed even me, Abba Father, thankyou. Continue reading
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Street prayers
Great perils have this beauty, that they bring to light the fraternity of strangers. – Victor Hugo. I called this one Street Prayers after a recent Haiku Jam starter, “Corner of the Street,” but maybe it was inspired by a visit few evenings ago, a visit by a little face in a shop window. The face Continue reading
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Paperboats
Let it go, its time Continue reading
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When Healing comes
When Healing came It Bled. It Crossed boundaries. It broke Itself like Bread and poured Itself out like Water. All of a sudden there were too many visuals now, too many verbs and adjectives. This had been a desert, no oasis. Now, a Garden. A Garden with no room except a crude stable and hay.… Continue reading
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You surpass
Because you are no ordinary creation Continue reading
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Wings are real…..
hurts only when you’re folded…. Continue reading
