Saturday, August 21, 2010

Mirror Yourself


                Mirror Yourself  
                                                                                     By: radicalroy
                                                                                February 10’09  Tajikistan

God speaks to us about ourselves, about what God wants us to do and what God wants us to become; and this is the area where I believe that we know so much more about God than we admit even to ourselves, where people hear God speak even if they do not believe.  A face comes toward us down the street: do we raise our eyes or de we keep them lowered, passing by in silence? Somebody says something about somebody else and what he says happens to be not only cruel but also funny, and everybody laughs. Do we laugh to, or do we speak the truth? When a friend has hurt us, do we take pleasure in hating him, because hate has its pleasure as well as love, or do we try to build back some flimsy little bridge? Sometime when we are alone, thoughts come swarming into our heads like bees-some of them destructive, ugly, self-defeating thoughts, some of them creative and glad. Which thoughts do we choose to think then, as much as we have the choice? Will we brave today or coward today? Not in some big way probably but in some little foolish way, yet brave still?  Will we be honest today or a liar? Just some pint-sized honesty, but honest still. Will we be a friend or cold as ice today?
All the absurd little meetings, decisions, inner skirmishes that go to make up our days. It all adds up to very little, and yet it all adds up to very much. Our days are full of nonsense, and yet not, because it is precisely into the nonsense of our days that God speak to us words of great significance. 

                                                 photo by: Mumtaz Salih Erdem // Flickr

Salih


                                             by: Radicalroy  
                                       December 26'09 Tajikistan

Salih drew a beautiful Tulip flowers sticked on the wall
Full of surprises and grace I behold
The paint looks real blossom which slowly unfold
A blossom like a treasure of gold
Salih is full of gentle, love and story untold
Tulip’s colors were your story showed  
Hiding your pain and sorrow bestowed
Speak, speak! The only flower that thrive
Multiple suffering, you have survived
Regardless of dullness, you kept smile alive
You look-alike a peculiar tulip, always bright
Your humbleness, sincereness
made your candid friends raise you high
Pleading you Salih much with sincerity 
Careful, careful because the world is fool,
You might bleed like Tulip pruned
Tulip you drew always comes alive
When I see your pain, I feel it too…
Your friendship is forever strong and true.
Like Tulip’s beauty full of grace for eternity
That affects your colleagues’ life through.

                                                    Photo by: Mumtaz Salih Erdem//Flickr