Wayfarer's window!

This is a hindsight poem. Only the future reveals the mistakes we have made. Sometimes we look behind and see unintended damage has been done. A poet's moods may carry him to uncertain heights but does poetic liciense allow for unintentional hurt? While every poem is subject to the interpreter's view of it, the poet must also carry the burden of unintentional hurts caused by his words. Here is my poem of reflection and a wish that my words may be able to edify rather than hurt...to build rather than break!  The rear view mirror reflects... the shreds and pieces left by words rampant, thoughtless, hurtful! Choking, I pray for words of love instead of hate.... those that nurture and let bloom trust and hope, bring joy and healing, and change tears to smiles! In between... those words and these, are our choices once again. For it is we who are free to choose... the weight and then consequences of every word that we get to use! 

No other day but Sunday different...plain different for this day is mine to plan, mine to use, mine to live... unlike the other days.. Those days, maybe..mine too. but tied up with so many longer threads..which began somewhere ,sometime and have knotted me before..behind... even sometimes bound be unreleasingly! But ...on a Sunday I have the right just to go on with the things that I might fancy, or like, or desire or just plain catch up with things I had just left behind.. and needed just this day to put together...my way! Sunday, a day when in my leisure.. or just to put together. I make the knots... Just of my pleasure!

Ridden by guilt and restlessness, I was asked to read the thirty second Psalm, which was written following David's own anguish after a personal tragedy. C. Swindoll's "Living beyond the daily grind" explains beautifully this psalm and shows how David traces the change from his initial anguish to his complete release and restoration...all because he can find complete forgiveness in God. Within the Psalm we also see his desire to share about his experience with others, so that they likewise find the joy that follows forgiveness like David did. Yesterday, I groaned, my heart was heavy, my restlessness drained my vitality, Until I confessed to You, my iniquity. Shackles released, embittered guilt free; No fingers now, dare point at me, My accounts are cleared, restored dignity! Shall I not then encourage? shall I not say?... "when it's still time, let the needy pray... for deliverance is available, freely today". Your instruction is here now, s...

I walk along a beaten path, somehow, the forest smells of wrath; there, I come across a broken tree... which points its branches towards me. And all along I get to sadly see.. the destruction left by a deep fury. There is anger even in the soil, the river running, its waters boil.. and scorched and parched the winds become while the living creatures are scared and numb. Where will they run when fire surrounds? and chased are they by anger's hounds! Then I get pointed to a mystery, There's only one magical key... when love holds strong in its beauty, the depth of forgiveness, is victory.. for fire can't quench old fire's thirst some one has to begin.... forgiveness first. The bruises may take time to heal, But no more let the robber steal.... Each live's precious hopes and dignity each deep trust and every liberty... For when you turn forgiveness' key It will unclasp and set you free! Ephesians 1:7  In who...

No worlds collide; but some beacon on some distant shore throws flickering lights. The shore is rocky and relentless; and mine is just a boat lost in the choppy tides of restless time. Sometimes, barely, I can on the horizon, see a silent trail of smoke, where the fire singed and scourged.... and ponder, why yet the embers burn and what of the ashes? Then again, we live by these distant lights by night and the spirals of smoke by day... and keep on preserving these small hours!

Lord, silently I ask You, to open every door for his coming. I seek, a reflection of Your face in mine and mine, in time, in his. I knock at all hearts between him and me, that they will allow him safe passage, till he reaches home. Lord, prayerfully I ask You, to open every door for my going. I seek, Your will in the future for me, Your guidance in every step. I knock, at all the doors that lead me, through the safe passage, and finally home. Lord, joyfully I ask You, to help those at home, to continue in hope and joy. I seek, a family united always, in the way You have purposed and planned. I knock, at an open door, for I know the hearts of those who are waiting, to welcome us home.

I write with a strange excitement. I am waiting...almost desperate...for a very special person in my life. I may have waited before ...but I am not sure....but each day is now a yearning with a deep sense of joy and thankfulness...and I can now almost hear the tip-toe of the arrival...and I open my arms wide to say...welcome home. Tip-toe......like the first saplings of spring.... unseen but growing desparately to hug the warm morning rays and pushing away the last remaining winter frost, you walk...through an opening door...into my life. I may have waited...I may not have...not even I know.. but the joy of even the thought of your arrival... draws out a deeply hidden smile...that I have kept.. only for you..... My hands yearn to clasp yours... the softness, I can imagine, you must have. Perhaps your first few months have been lonesome and difficult... so, I hope to wipe your little tears and silent cries. But.... I am only an usher...for your first st...

"Seeing many things, but you do not observe; Opening the ears, but he does not hear" Isaiah 42:20   As I read the story of young Samuel (1 Samuel 3: 1-10 from the Bible), I ponder both about this young boy's privelege for God to call him personally by name as well as the advice for discernment and response the elderly Eli gave the boy. As you might read on, the boy promptly and completely responded...and the rest as they say, is history! I have my own turmoils in hearing, discerning and responding to God's voice. Often, in times of life time decision making and sometimes even for little steps in life, I have sought to hear God's voice. He has directed me in choosing my career, life partner, place of work and even the nature and level (promotions!) within my career path. Mostly, I have found God speaking to me directly and personally through the Bible. There have been many instances during Bible study and prayer when verses have "popped out" and ...

Last night I saw a dream. I was walking through a mountain pass when I was caught in a snow storm. Soon the snow was several feet deep .Following me in this pass was my child who was just eight years old. The only way she could survive this journey was by placing her feet on the footprints I left behind! Although my life is not as difficult at this journey through a mountain pass, I have often reflected on the footprints that I will leave behind for my future generations to follow. Will my life bring blessings to the future generations or is it a masquerade? Children observe their parents and pick up many traits, habits, mannerisms unknowingly. They also pick up values and principals for life. Their character and fortitude are shaped by what they see. What sort of example and legacy do I leave behind? Will my foot prints take my children to the right places? How will the decisions I make today impact their lives in the future? My...