SHARED THOUGHTS……..01.07.11.
It's said, our eyes are only good to be able to see.... not to have a vision.. so be it, with our ears..., they are there to hear, but do we hear? .. blinded as we are in pursuit of things we know not, sometimes we cannot even hear the bell alerting us to the right path....
Two Horses
Just up the road from my home is a field, with two horses in it.
From a distance, each horse looks like any other horse.
But if you stop your car, or are walking by, you will notice something quite amazing....
Looking into the eyes of one horse will disclose that he is blind. His owner has chosen not to have him put down, but has made a good home for him.
This alone is amazing. If you stand nearby and listen, you will hear the sound of a bell. Looking around for the source of the sound, you will see that it comes from the smaller horse in the field.
Attached to the horse's halter is a small bell. It lets the blind friend know where the other horse is, so he can follow.
As you stand and watch these two friends, you'll see that the horse with the bell is always checking on the blind horse, and that the blind horse will listen for the bell and then slowly walk to where the other horse is, trusting that he will not be led astray.
When the horse with the bell returns to the shelter of the barn each evening, it stops occasionally and looks back,
Making sure that the blind friend isn't too far behind to hear the bell.
Just up the road from my home is a field, with two horses in it.
From a distance, each horse looks like any other horse.
But if you stop your car, or are walking by, you will notice something quite amazing....
Looking into the eyes of one horse will disclose that he is blind. His owner has chosen not to have him put down, but has made a good home for him.
This alone is amazing. If you stand nearby and listen, you will hear the sound of a bell. Looking around for the source of the sound, you will see that it comes from the smaller horse in the field.
Attached to the horse's halter is a small bell. It lets the blind friend know where the other horse is, so he can follow.
As you stand and watch these two friends, you'll see that the horse with the bell is always checking on the blind horse, and that the blind horse will listen for the bell and then slowly walk to where the other horse is, trusting that he will not be led astray.
When the horse with the bell returns to the shelter of the barn each evening, it stops occasionally and looks back,
Making sure that the blind friend isn't too far behind to hear the bell.
In the hands of God, like these two horses, God does not throw us away just because we are not perfect or because we have problems or challenges.
He watches over us and even brings others into our lives
To help us when we are in need....
Sometimes we are the blind horse being guided by the little ringing bell of those who God places in our lives. Other times we are the guide horse, helping others to find their way....
God seems to tell us....Please listen for my bell and I'll listen for yours, and remember...
Be kinder than necessary-
Everyone you meet is fighting
Some kind of battle.
Live simply,
Love generously,
Care deeply,
Speak kindly.......
And leave the rest to God!
FOR WE WALK BY FAITH AND NOT BY SIGHT
He watches over us and even brings others into our lives
To help us when we are in need....
Sometimes we are the blind horse being guided by the little ringing bell of those who God places in our lives. Other times we are the guide horse, helping others to find their way....
God seems to tell us....Please listen for my bell and I'll listen for yours, and remember...
Be kinder than necessary-
Everyone you meet is fighting
Some kind of battle.
Live simply,
Love generously,
Care deeply,
Speak kindly.......
And leave the rest to God!
FOR WE WALK BY FAITH AND NOT BY SIGHT
Author unknown.... contributed by Joe Sydenham.
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God created you and I to produce light in a dark world.
No matter how small we are or what color we might be,
Like a little candle, we all can produce the same amount of light.
It is always up to us, either to get lost in darkness...
or sparkle and show light to others.
(Pravsworld)
No matter how small we are or what color we might be,
Like a little candle, we all can produce the same amount of light.
It is always up to us, either to get lost in darkness...
or sparkle and show light to others.
(Pravsworld)
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Thoughts on 1st July.
Mail from my sister-in-law, that speaks for us, on this day…. the day that brought the bundle of joy, our son, into our lives, 33 years ago… thank you Thangu, this is deeply appreciated and I feel compelled to share this timely thoughts on our dear Lalit, who endeared himself to all those who knew him.
“Some years back we were all joyous as we were blessed with another addition to our growing family --on the 1st of july into our lives came a little angel --a child destined to fill our lives with laughter, love and happiness. We saw him grow & reach out to the stars ---a smile on his face , tender words on his lips and the most accommodating nature. It is so difficult to understand why fate had other plans for him when he was in his prime but there must be a very good reason for his return to a much better place of eternal bliss. We all miss him so deeply and see those unique nuances in his little girl & wonder at the quirks of nature --he is still with us in different ways --those moments that our stored in our memory-- of times spent together.
This poem is so appropriate & makes one feel that though his physical presence is missing he is still very much a part of our lives.
May we find the strength to face those memories with joy and fulfillment.
I AM NOT THERE
Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush,
Of quiet birds circled flight
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush,
Of quiet birds circled flight
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry. I am not there. I did not die.
- Robert Hepburn (In Memory of Norbert C. Gessner)
- Robert Hepburn (In Memory of Norbert C. Gessner)
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Have a safe weekend.
MOHANDAS. KP.
http://mohandas-sharedthoughts.blogspot.com/
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