The morning of hope
Was born yesterday.
That’s why I am still
Here today, working-
for a better tomorrow!
Little Children coloring and making cards for Aidan and Ella-Full Time Islamic School
Fellowship of Goodness
Somewhere in a valley in California, women from different faith groups, United Methodists, Catholics, Mormons, Jewish, and Muslims all got together to help each other in a very dynamic and unique fellowship-to spread love, care, and understanding in our communities. The group cares for refugees, victims of cancer and their families, needy members of the community, widows and widowers group, make a wish for terminally ill seniors, and much more. Every time we meet at the Interfaith meetings, or at the Kaleidoscope group, or to one of the sisters’ houses for shared dinner-there is enough love, compassion, and humanity to fill the whole world.
I am so proud to be one of them. I pray that many communities around the nation and the whole world would follow our example.
One of the projects was caring for Aidan and his little sister Ella. He is a little boy undergoing a prolonged stay in the hospital for cancer treatment and needs a cheer. We cannot forget about his little sister, lest she feels neglected. I have asked you, my dear readers around the world in my last post to join in.
Aidan’s mom reported that Aidan was so happy receiving all those cards, and it really cheered him up and eased his agonizing long hospital stay.
Just because the world is full of chaos and perils, this doesn’t mean that goodness and cheerfulness cease to exist. As long as we strive to be good and fair and just.. as long as we continue to seek the truth, as long as we believe in God and certain of His Justice and Compassion-Humanity is still good and there is still hope.
These are not words to say
By lips, it’s a statement
I affirm to make it happen
By deeds and toiled actions-
A claimant. In a country
Where citizens have rights
Things may go wrong, but
Eventually, it’s going to be
Alright. After all, it was
said that : “the most important
Office in a democracy: Citizen.
On a hill, there is a tree
Extending its boughs towards the sea
The agony sculpted her tortured
New beginnings are always hopeful and optimistic. It means you have been through a lot to reach where you are now. It means new energy, new opportunities, well earned position, and a new born hope for a better future. New beginnings means life is showing you its smiley face, its sunny warmth, and its embrace. I pray and hope, Amen!
It this world that we live in with all its chaotic disorder, we may feel anxious and have difficulty apprehend a future that is prosperous or safe. The atrocious massacre of civilians in Aleppo, terrorism, racism and nationalism that seems to be on the rise world wide-all are sore bleeding wounds that shatters our sense of equilibrium and threatens our sense of humanity.
The following words came to my mind:
Have you seen the dark shadow?
Numerous reports confirmed,
All over the globe, of a hollow
Dark smoky mass discerned
To be increasing in size and
Weight on the human chest
Upon encounter. Sadness,
Sorrow feelings that grow
Within, whenever this object
Flow upon the horizon.
It continues to cause destruction,
Chaos, and despair. It is in the air,
Polluting our water, deforming our
Spirit, crushing our soul…within and
Wherever it landed. Piercing shrieks
Are heard precede its arrival spreading
Terror. Humans are forced to their knees,
Covering their ears, void of humanity.
Everyone run for dear life, void of intellect
Or rational thinking. Hearing no logic,
Listening not to reason. Feet crushing bodies
As they run away blinded by fear and darkness-
Scattering in horror like wild beasts.
Nations upon nations have succumbed
To defeat-no survivals. Except those
Who flee, leaving behind memories of
Happiness destroyed & crumbled.
Masses have tried to assemble with candles,
Courageous hearts, extended hands, and hope to
Defeat this Dark Hollow Shadow. Their light
Was not strong enough, their hearts were not courageous
Enough,their hands were trembling, and the hope was crushed.
Years and years went by, and the darkness increased and persisted.
Down beneath the ashes, a flicker of light had survived.
A child, an innocent being, not yet corrupted by the Darkness-noticed
It and removed the ashes. Many hearts, souls, and hands were extended
Towards it. As one man, they all moved towards the light to protect it.
They tended to it with unity and love until it grew and grew to resemble the hope
That was crushed long ago. Together they hold the light up towards darkness, Guided and strong they marched.
Their cheers shook the land, their words echoed throughout the globe:
“Divided no more, divided we have fallen and fallen. United
Now and always, we stand.”
The years went by
And my heart was turned away
From feeling the sun rays
And hearing the birds in the sky.
More years gone by and my heart
Was still numb.
It was yet bumping, beating, and
Making me alive but not living.
The only thing I can feel is the pain.
The only memory I have of him
Is of a phantom in my dream
Visiting me one last time
before he was gone.
What was reality is now no more.
Illusion, a trap, don’t be fooled
By the delusion of this life.
Soon I will be gone too.
The words are hammering
Humming loud and persisting
To be let out. Hauling a heavy
Load of thoughts and feelings.
Say it right. There is
Doubt? Will they be misunderstood?
Will they sound appealing?
Come forth, say the truth.
Speak your mind, I say.
How else you would be heard?
Mind your words, say it gently.
Be kind. Articulate and then,
Those wonderful words you
have carefully said, will be your healing.©
What is a home?
Is it a building of woods and stones,
A place you call your own,
and fill it with furniture?
What is a home?
A property you claim?
An address that has your name,
A location on a map, a dwelling
you share with family members?
No, that is simply not a home.
That is merely a resident,
An occupancy, a retreat. That is called
A house with just a number,
A zip code, a building on some street.
But what makes a house a home?
Is it the memory that you keep
In a drawer or on a shelf?
Or is it a trinket, an antique
That ornate a corner? I wonder!
What is a home?
It is that cinnamon smell
From the apple pie that was
just baked fresh and sizzling
Out from the oven. It is the warm hearth
Family and friends all gather
Around, and the air is full of laughter.
A home is a life that we build,
Brick after brick of solid
Dreams, lost and found
And lived as reality.
It is a territory, a privacy
That we own sacred right for,
A sense of belonging.
It is a garden that we tend
With our sweat and love,
Until it grows and bloom.
A home is the roots that run
Deep and strong, anchor and
Shape our lives.©
On a wing of a bird
A twinkle of a star
On a ruffle of a wind
Our life goes by.
No matter how we cling,
No matter how high we reach,
How far we can go,
How much we collect,
Or how hard we try.
The moment will flee,
And there will be only
One print, one dint we left
On the fabric of time.
And then we are gone.