Tuesday, September 27, 2005

Reinhold Niebuhr:
Nothing worth doing is completed in our lifetime,Therefore, we are saved by hope.Nothing true or beautiful or good makes complete sense in any immediate context of history;Therefore, we are saved by faith.Nothing we do, however virtuous, can be accomplished alone.Therefore, we are saved by love.No virtuous act is quite a virtuous from the standpoint of our friend or foe as from our own;Therefore, we are saved by the final form of love which is forgiveness.
Kalidasa:
Listen to the Exhortation of the Dawn!Look to this Day!For it is Life, the very Life of Life.In its brief course lie all the Verities and Realities of your Existence.The Bliss of Growth,The Glory of Action,The Splendor of Beauty;For Yesterday is but a Dream,And To-morrow is only a Vision;But To-day well lived makes Every Yesterday a Dream of Happiness,And every Tomorrow a Vision of Hope.Look well therefore to this Day!Such is the Salutation of the Dawn!
Dorothy Thompson:
Courage, it would seem, is nothing less than the power to overcome danger, misfortune, fear, injustice, while continuing to affirm inwardly that life with all its sorrows is good; that everything is meaningful even if in a sense beyond our understanding; and that there is always tomorrow.

Sunday, September 25, 2005

"Two are better than one; because they have a good reward for their labour. For if they fall, the one will lift up his fellow: but woe to him that is alone when he falleth; for he hath not another to help him up." - Bible: Ecclesiastes
"A friend is one who strengthens you with prayers, blesses you with love and encourages you with hope."- sent by Chris
Lonely doesn't begin
To describe this feeling
These empty spaces
Spinning in my head, my heart
Burns to see you, hold you
Close
Why are you so far
From me?
Cruel and painful
Anguish, yet
A measure of peace
I don't understand it
Or know how to quench
My desire
To love you
Today, tomorrow
Who claims the right
To destroy what we are?
Companions for life
Friends,
Sisters, all the
Above
This emptiness
Plagues me like a
Sickness, Diseases
Until I want to
Throw up in its face
I just want
My life back
And that means you

My dearest, my
Sweetest, my
Princess, Alta