Intrinsic Humility

Two thursday afternoon ago a wrinkled 78years old farmer with clean bright blue eyes lightning on an open smile came in for a visit.He soon looked straight in my eyes for a while, glued my sight to his sight, fastened my hands to his and locked my attention with his memories and stories of all the strives and efforts he and his past wife had to go through their lives, swiching in my ears the singing voice of his 4 nephews running in an everlasting blossoming garden.I dove respectfully my inquiring eyes in his ones, drifted around, and moved upward with the clear milky image of a retinal scar almost blinding both eyes.He came when nothing could have been done, he didn't struggle asking for a therapy, he didn't moan, regret or complain, and couldn't understand my concern in trying to explain him how some recent device could help improve his vision. He accepted the name of his disease, thanked and stepped out with the same humble smile, wishing me a good day. I sit at my desk, surrounded by the corrosive light that comes after each summer storm, with a chilly air blowing through the curtains and bringing in the moaning of the wind through the trees.The lustrous green of wet grass and bushes brings energy to the day.I pray and wish everyone could live a life that could give him strenght and relief instead of agony and misery in case of pain.



By Elena Albe

In his own words...A perfection never to be recreated for am sure no woman has or will ever make me feel the way she does.My hnads reaches out in loving gesture as it runs the lenght of the groove of her back...as we lay, I discovered we've found the secrets of trust...we shared the same thoghts as if orchestrated and with thesame frustration we bore our feelings in our eyes; for our diasgreements were 'cos we couldn't be with each other as much as we'll love to...never because we doubt who we are. I longed to stretch out the hands of providence and bless her with the throne to whom I worship, the one to whom my life is devoted in its entirety to love and to protect, the only woman in whom my lacks are sate and my love is complete.

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Sounds like a drum, beats with a rhythm, pulsates everytime we are excited and palpitates gravely each time our feelings are hurt, it bleeds life and sucks death out of us...its the first to throbe and the last to quit. it works while we are awake and never sleeps, its job is never tiring and sure never takes a leave...its the representation of Him in us ! It works alone and never needs a spare even though almost all others are in pairs. it is simple yet complicated.
The depth of health and wealth are felt in it....

YOUR SHADOWS LINGERS LONG EVEN WHEN THE SUN SETS ON THE UTMOST LOVE MY LIFE BEHELD, TEARS LINE MY EYES AND LAUGHTER TURNS TO SOBS...HEARTS POUND AND EMOTIONS WAIL BRIGHTER WERE THE DAYS MEMORIES OF BEAUTIFUL MOMENTS STREWN ALONG SERENE PATHWAYS ONLY YOU COULD HAVE BROUGHT BACK THE RHYTHM...THE RAIN THAT PRECEEDS YET A HARVEST OF TRANQUILITY.

That I wonder how many bright idears that at times sparkle in me and is blown out by the evil wind of discouragement,fear and procrastination. For these three enemies, I would have long arrived my destination.

Rules we muust break,laws we must bend, principles we provoke ...yet to live in harmony with others without cause I say is man's greatest virtues.

No single sentence has ever meant so much as it does

but each time repeated,it is as new as diamond,as costly as a soul, as beautiful as the evening sunset,as priceless as life itself if only it is real and true...again

'I love you '

By each knowledge acquired, we polish our lives just as every glittering carrat improves the worth of a diamond so shall we be worth more.

1. THAT LOVE HURTS AND SOOTHS ARE THE VERY BEAUTY OF IT...!

2. COWARDS RAISE DUST WHEN TRIALS POUR. HE WHO IS BRAVE WOULD BY THE DIPPING OF HIS SOUL IN SIMMERING TIMES FIND TRUE COMMITMENT.

3. WITH GREAT DESIRES COMES PASSIONATE SACRIFICES ...ITS NOT TRAGIC TO DIE FOR WHAT YOU LOVE.

4. I DO THE THINGS I DO AND SAY THE THINGS I SAY BECAUSE I AM ME, SO DON'T EXPECT ME TO FIT INTO YOU 'COS WE ARE DIFFERENT.

To every woman who pulled through the staggering labor pains,... every woman who endured the pangs and aches of pushing forth a child either alive or still-born, on whose countenance was found both agony and restless joy... who gave suckle to tender mouths. Who did not brew nor cooked but from the aboundance of their natural love became fountains of sustainance for a helpless baby and through them flowed milks of life. Each of those true mothers who cried through the nights without peace, without a promised certainty that all was well, who sought protection for the life of the unborn with every suplicative word that doth humble God's heart and causes his compassion to reighn over both.
Even when their lives was at stake, their faith was unfettered, their belief was unwavering and their hope grew in strength. Indeed, every one of those marshals who give birth to Doctors,nurses,lawyers,presidents and kings alike yet retain their humble seats in the affairs of life...without who existence would halt and humanity will be extinct. Without whose constant devotion and tireless attention...withouth whose canes, pusnishments and advices I would not be moulded into the man I am...memories of the burning sun bearing down on her back as she toiled in the farmyard to eke out our "daily bread"...indeed they are the first god that we see and the true proof of creation, in whose woumb God built amazing stables for life.
Those little smile, those moments when I bit half of the meat from your lips and shared your meal cos I wasn't sate, every of those nights when you tuck me in and cover me with your wrapper, each of those toddler days you thought me how to bathe, found the holes in my knicker and sewed my shirts, every of those seasons that it never occured to me mums wear christmas clothes.
How much more can I say...I miss my mother yet for every of you mothers alive.
My greatest affection goes to you. Thank You!