Wayfarer's window!

The mood: dampened like the monsoon clouds.  The view: ripples on a majestic lake. The thoughts: uneasy calm. The place: lake side view Bhopal. The hope: Noah's ark stuck on a tree...perhaps there is a place to land and rest after 40 days of rain and storm!

As I sit this morning in my quiet time, a sense of deep peace prevails. I am learning that my security and assurance lie only in my God; not in my abilities, my job, any worldly security and assurance. I can just rest in His everlasting arms knowing every thing that I have committed is safe in His hands. He knows my needs, desires, aspirations and fears. All is secure in the light of His love, His plans and His purposes for my life.My role is to commit every thing in His hands, rest in His peace and keep moving in the direction of His leading and light. In Your everlasting arms, Is my unyielding peace. I am secure on the rock of ages, I trust in You, My Father, My Friend. Who but You, can give  the sweet assurance; that You go before and behind, and yet are always by my side. I have no fear of unknown danger, when in Your bosom I can hide. To rest in You is such a wonder, You peace is deep and wide; Even when darkness  and storms are brewing, I...

Ever since I arrived in this city, I have been wanting to leave. However, each passing day has got me used to the surroundings and motions of this city. In many ways I have been feeling unattached,  mechanical and robotic; quite stuck to the city's rhythms, yet with my heart and soul lost far-far away. Then suddenly, there is an opportunity to leave this city. Whether it is a threat or a challenge is difficult for me to decide. I weigh my pros and my cons and try to discover the possible road ahead, but at this time, the future seems unclear. Once again I find myself in the crossroad with the weight of choices and decisions heavy upon me. I am neither weary,  nor tired,  nor anxious,  nor in fear; Though it is true,  that I have not practiced faith for a while. Today,  seems so very ordinary,  almost blunted by the muted scenes and motions of yesterday and the days before that. It is almost like I am in a distant dream,  looking at m...

Let me be desperate for only One person...... Let me be lost without One person.... May He be the air that I breathe... May He be my daily bread May He be my sufficiency....  Always...forever...Amen.

Two more on love that I hate....that I don't want to share either!

I don't simply want to share these poems......

When I first started writing my journal, I thought about my two year old daughter. I wanted to leave behind my thoughts and feelings for her to read; and be inspired to be a writer and a poet. Last summer, on a "my dream" day in the nature camp, my daughter, all of ten years old, confessed that she wanted to be a writer. There with a team of like minded almost-teens...they read out their first poem..... Sarah Kay, a spoken poet artist, in her ode to her unborn daughter, epitomizes, what I would like my daughter to be. As I listened to her last night, I felt like sharing this first thing in the morning......hoping that one day my daughter gets to see this and be inspired. So here is Sarah, in TED talks; for my daughter and for all who nurse some hurt that cannot be fixed by band-aids or poetry:

A couple of weekends spent on just one primordial pursuit: FOOD. Lately, some events in my life have been centered around "food for the hungry". Trying to get a bigger picture of what this really means, I spent most of this evening reading about food, malnutrition and its effects on child survival, development and the impact on future generations. Researching and reading well into the night, I found this video. A "TED talks"  presentation which sums up in a simple way, the concise picture of the hunger crises and what can be done about it. I was challenged by it, and I hope you will too! "Despite India’s remarkable economic growth over the last decade, many children still struggle to meet their most basic needs, including access to sufficient f ood and h ealth c are. According to the 2 005-06 National Family Health Survey (NFHS-3), 20 per cent of Indian children under five years old were wasted (acutely malnourished) and 48 percen...

This is how You see, You see me differently, All me in my nothingness, is changed into worthiness. So is she too, seemingly of no value, lost in the distant haze, betrayed and in disgrace. But's that's not how you see, You see her differently. He has been broken for a while, I have never seen him smile. He has anger in his veins, he has lost and never gained.. But that is not how you see, You see him differently. You call us all "beloved", For You have loved when no one cared. You have given each one hope, when all was gone astray. For that is how You see, You see things differently.

But, I am not ashamed, for I know whom I have believed and am persuaded that He is able to keep that which I have committed unto Him against that day..2 Tim 1: 12 That which I have clenched so tightly in my fist, That which I have kept so selfishly for myself, That which I am afraid to commit when I let go. That which I am so unsure what it will lead to, That which I am unknown of, unyielding of, unwilling to..... Those, and many more, tonight , a midst every uncertainly of myself, of the future, of the consequences.....I commit unto His hand.....where there is... My only assurance, My surety, My confidence, My hope, My expectation, My faith. For, I am persuaded, That He is able, beyond my thoughts, beyond my imaginations, beyond my hopes, beyond my expectations. To keep, To bless, To restore, To renew, To replenish, To rejoin. ALL every little bit the smallest  to the biggest, the nearest to the farthest. That   I  have ...