It is necessary to help others, not only in our prayers, but in our daily lives. If we find we cannot help others, the least we can do is to desist from harming them.
quote by Dalai Lama
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And so to those who suggest that we are somehow 'harming' young women by encouraging them to take charge of their health we say this: We are not harming young women by educating them. We are arming them with information that they will carry with them throughout their lives.
quote by Debbie Wasserman Schultz
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Different Paths (A Prayer)
Oh Lord, we all walk different paths in our daily lives.
Some of us are frowned upon for the paths we take.
Does that make us worse than any other who believes in you?
We take these paths, not because we are bad,
but because of circumstances beyond our control.
Therefore, as we say our prayers each day
forgive us from any wrong that we do.
Amen
(13 July 2007)
poem by David Harris
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Try to find the path of least resistance and use it without harming others. Live with integrity and morality, not only with people but with all beings.
quote by Steven Seagal
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An ordinary man
I am no saint but an ordinary man
Do the things in simple manner and as much as I can
I need not become a person in white clad dress
I sometimes miss a God and do not find trace
No doubt God is mentor and savior
But that all depends on our behavior
What even if you daily visit him in temple or church
You will find him no where in your futile search
God does not demand any type of worship
It is really a hype and simple whip
It is only meant to be little sympathetic
To fear from almighty and be little realistic
No one may argue in favor of daily congregation
No one may even buy your appeal for superstition
You worship him honestly from inner conscience
You will find him near by and feel the presence
The world is suffering not missing prayers
The biggest sin is loss of trust layers
You never see love in eyes of fellow brethren
This is biggest tragedy and burning concern
To miss a kind eye is biggest sin
Without love you can enjoy no win
God clearly emphasizes on love and sympathy
You then deserve his blessings and mercy
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Unanswered Prayers
Like some school master, kind in being stern,
Who hears the children crying o’er their slates
And calling, “Help me master! ” yet helps not,
Since in his silence and refusal lies
Their self-development, so God abides
Unheeding many prayers. He is not deaf
To any cry sent up from earnest hearts,
He hears and strengthens when He must deny.
He sees us weeping over life’s hard sums
But should He give us the key and dry our tears
What would it profit us when school were done
And not one lesson mastered?
What a world
Where this if all our prayers were answered. Not
In famed Pandora’s box were such vast ills
As lie in human hearts. Should our desires
Voiced one by one in prayer ascend to God
And come back as events shaped to our wish
What chaos would result!
In my fierce youth
I sighed out a breath enough to move a fleet
Voicing wild prayers to heaven for fancied boons
Which were denied; and that denial bends
My knee to prayers of gratitude each day
Of my maturer years. Yet from those prayers
I rose always regirded for the strife
And conscious of new strength. Pray on, sad heart,
That which thou pleadest for may not be given
But in the lofty altitude where souls
Who supplicate God’s grace are lifted there
Thou shalt find help to bear thy daily lot
Which is not elsewhere found.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Love Is A Constant Factor
Love is a constant factor
in our daily lives
by the amount times
we use the word each day.
We use it to describe
what we like to eat,
what we like to drink.
We use it to express
how we feel towards one another.
Love the word is all around us;
it is a constant factor
of our daily lives.
8 April 2008
poem by David Harris
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I Know What My Master Does
I know where my Master lives.
I need no invitation to visit where He is.
I know where my Master lives.
I know what my Master does.
I witness this on a daily basis.
And not with eyes fixed on skies above.
My Master is available whenever I call.
My Master is everything and to me my all.
My Master has seen me stumble and fall,
To get up off my knees to again walk tall.
And if it wasn't for my Master I'd be left to crawl.
I am aware ot this.
I know where my Master lives.
I need no invitation to visit where He is.
I know where my Master lives.
I know what my Master does.
I witness this on a daily basis.
And not with eyes fixed on skies above.
I know what my Master does,
Can do...
And has done for me.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sonnet: Doctors Should Not Strike
While everyone has liberty to strike,
And protesting for human rights is great,
None should endanger lives we like/ dislike,
As public sympathy then comes too late!
Some professions that save lives should desist
From doing things against ethics/ conscience;
The thought of strikes, they must always resist,
Resorting to dialogues of much patience!
For life itself is wealth and gift priceless;
No one has right to put others' at risk;
Our arguments to strike work turn baseless,
When tiny tots could die like lambs that frisk!
Our rights can wait but lives lost is forever;
Life-saving professionals to strikes, say, ' Never! '
Dedicated to all medical professionals on ‘Doctor's Day! '
Copyright by Dr John Celes 26-06-12
poem by John Celes
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No Tears... He Lives!
another picker played
his last tune last night,
laid down his instrument,
and went home.....
and yet his music lives
in the hearts of those he moved,
in the memories of those he
helped mold by human touch....
in the prayers of those whose lives
were changed simply by
coming into contact with him....
in the spirit of freedom
giving hope to those he left behind...
no tears... he lives!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Way Your Mother Once Rocked Your Cradle
i wonder how your mother rocked
your cradle. Now that you have gained
manhood, you still thrive on the cowardice
of peace.How did he ever rocked the cradle
when you were once a lovable baby?
You have become the prince
of cowards of this town.
You shrink from the challenges
of our domestic wars
the wars that we fight daily within
our lives.
Go to the grave of your mother and ask her why.
Bring him the flowers. Say the necessary prayers.
Light ten candles and pray that she may answer.
If you still do not know, try looking at your face in the mirror.
Ask yourself, how gullible have you become.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Prayer Words
I took some of my prayer words back
I felt guilty for putting my interest at stake
Is that the correct logic or prayers are meant?
Will God listen to such request and relent?
I, for one, reserve the opinion
I may not get support from any of the companion
It may not find even favor
As prayers are restricted only to save honor
Why do I ask to fill my heart with mercy and kindness?
When I am fully blessed with happiness on y face
I still pretend to be ignorant before him and pray
As if He knows nothing and directs you a new way
Why do we pray for our happiness and others loss?
Is it not the insult to sacred place and holy cross?
I go to him with malicious intent
Instead ask for things and never regret or lament
Even one look in His eyes may send waves of sympathy
You may receive signals directly fro the almighty
You just read in the eyes and try to understand sufferings undergone
You will forget your own pain and stand like stone
Prayers are meant to purity soul and supplement it with more
Try to find out if something can still be explored
If you can’t feed the hungry and show little kindness
Don’t bother much but that thought itself will give happiness on face
Can we deny that he is only one to think of whole universe?
Who can go against His wish and negate verses?
It is all for us to follow and put into practice
Let it become daily routine till we face the demise
I just look at Him and seek no words
Ask him to allow me to go forward
I shall not regret for any outcome
His blessings will always be appreciated and welcomed
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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If Tomorrow
We sit in silent dreams
away from our reality
dreaming our wishes,
our hopes and our prayers
wondering if tomorrow
the world will stop and realise
our wishes hopes and prayers.
We ask so little to be granted,
in the whole scheme of things
and allowing us just one
who know,
could fulfil our lives.
(5 July 2011)
poem by David Harris
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Little Treasures
Little treasures that get lost
from years long gone by
keep reappearing daily
to give us a treat in our lives.
Look along the shelves
in any book store
and you will almost certainly find
words of a passed on author left behind.
It is not only books,
but films from the past
that have been restored to be seen again
and give us a treat in our lives.
Little treasures, little treasure
that when are found
prompt our memories
to recall times from long ago.
17 September 2010
poem by David Harris
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Prayer Warriors
We are the prayer warriors and we say the prayers
For all the people for whom we care.
It matters not the position you’re in
If you’re good or if you sinned.
We all need prayers some time in our lives
Especially when things don’t turn out right.
When you’re sick or in despair
The prayer warriors are always there.
You pray for me as I pray for you
And all our prayers will come true.
We do not have to be gathered
As a group when we pray.
In a church, a temple, in a steeple
He listens to all of us, for we are his people.
They say there is strength when we gather in prayer
A common belief that we all share.
So let us pray for our fellow man
Because he now needs a helping hand.
So father we thank you for the blessings each day
And helping all who come your way.
poem by Louis Rams
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My Precious Daughter
Have you met my precious daughter?
She's sometimes quite a hoot!
And although sometimes I've caught her,
Though naughty, she's so cute!
While I've done my best to reach her,
To save cash while she can,
God has also been her teacher,
To help her fellow man...
She made me proud the other day!
Donating to the poor,
She gave her savings all away
And thrilled me to the core!
To think she cared, unasked by me,
Unprompted, still she gave...
She sacrificed unselfishly,
The other lives to save...
Now that's what I believe worthwhile,
A noble sentiment...
That's when my child made me to smile,
For she was Heaven-sent...
I cherish her with all my heart,
She's daily in my prayers,
For giving proves a lifelong art,
From such as she who cares...
Children in need are precious, too,
But children can support,
The ones in need when they're in view,
It only takes some thought...
It's good to save, don't get me wrong!
We like expensive things!
Yet nothing makes the heart more strong
Than growing angels' wings!
So be an angel, when you can,
Bless charities you find,
It's when we help our fellow man
That we find peace of mind...
My darling daughter, comprehend,
You're precious in my sight!
God loves a cheerful giver, friend!
So give with all your might!
Denis Martindale, copyright, November 2011.
poem by Denis Martindale
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Who Says 'My Faith is Best
Who says ‘My Faith Is Best'?
They don't recognize what that faith is
They don't feel what is 'Soul of Faith'...
They are illiterate in all faiths...
As there is no faith which is best!
There are faiths who respect every race as humans,
Respect even those who are faithless!
Faith is having real faith in mankind
As it never intends harming any one.
People don't curse others because they aren't like thems,
Helping humans in every case.
There are faiths that say that females are half human
Although they are born from mothers like men!
So they are born from half,
Thus they are half of the half.
How can you believe in those humans
And call them a faithful race?
They cover their women in very ugly ways
So they can't see even their god's sunrays.
It's as if they rose from graves
To teach others they have special faiths.
They want everyone to cover like thems.
Faiths are faiths—
Understand...faith in your own talented way.
Don't repeat what others echolalialy say;
Believe in yourself and create your own faith.
Your faith must be based on harming no one else
As everyone will one day be no more than vestige,
And find happiness by what you created and helped.
That is to say, you're a creator,
Proud to create your own faith;
That is from your own cardiac and brain cells
Stay and believe!
Winter 2008
poem by Sylva Portoian
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Up Above The Daily Hum
Wondering at the scope of my experience
Cautious so not to be cold
Caught up in the comfort of what I once was
Lost in all the brand new possibility
Oh to be
In the middle
Happy on the pull of the past
Just before the future comes
Hoping for the rush of some experience
That could elevate me
Up above the daily hum
Up above the daily hum
Up above the daily hum
Up above the daily hum
When is this all over
When does the next one begin
Happy on the pull of the past
Just before the future comes
Hoping for the rush of some experience
That could elevate me
Up above the daily hum
Up above the daily hum
Up above the daily hum
Up above the daily hum
song performed by by Flaming Lips
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Lip Service
LIP SERVICE
The church is almost empty
Lit with candles
Under deserted alters
No hymns or music
Nor any distortions
Perfect silence
Is the hour - God lends his ears
For my prayers, smiles and feelings
Shown in perfect stillness
You need not sing,
Shout, weep, clap or cry
To take your prayers
to the soaring heights
Your deeds are being watched
Minute after minute,
- as who never sins
can even need not pray
God is one, and
He sits too high
He may not be knowing
YOU and ME
Conscience is His
Ambassador, stationed in me
Dispatching reports
To HIM, daily of me.
Louis Santhana
poem by Santhana Louis
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I Want To Pray
I want to pray, but are at times without words
and it feels as if none of my prayers
are going much further than the ceiling,
as if I am alone extradited on this earth
and in this chilly time, it feels as if all my prayers,
all my words are going nowhere.
There is so many times that the self
wants to take control of my life
and in the lives of others,
where the self wants to draw attention to it.
I ask You to help me to stay modest,
to stretch Your hand out wide over my country
covering each and everyone with Your selfless love,
make us free from the self.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Tracks Of My Life
The tracks I leave behind are hidden
for future generations to find.
Hidden within a facade of words
that sprout up like new shoots
from this mind of mine.
My life is there for all to see,
the triumphs and the failures
against adversity.
The happiness and sadness
that plagues our daily lives,
the joyful tears and the sorrows pain.
They are all spelt out
within the words I write.
A little bit of me
inherits everything I do.
Therefore, if you read between the lines
you will find them there
all the tracks I leave behind.
poem by David Harris
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