SHARED THOUGHTS – 20.09.2015
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That
20th September
The day will
surely dawn
Year after
year
The sun will
rise as it did in 2007
That 20th
September
Giving hopes
of a new dawn,
For our young
son
He sets out
with a bye and a kiss to his dear wife
and daughter
of one, he hugged with all his heart
Uncle and
Aunt bid him farewell
Until we meet
again they prayed.
Embarking on
a flight from Down Under
To the city
of birth
Landing with
the setting sun into the night
For a short
ride to the comfort of his home
Every
sunset gives us one day less to live,
They
say.
And they
say,
Every day
takes us nearer to our grave
Truer
words were never spoken
For our
young son
The short
ride in God’s will
Was the
unwilling ride to His abode
So swift with
fleeting hasty greed
Did He pluck
our young son away.
Never to see
another sunrise
And we shall
never see our son rise again.
Shock and
disbelief writ large on every face
That loved
and adored this young man
The script
was not meant to be thus…. But alas, it was
The mother of
all tragedies, they all moaned.
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And then I
asked GOD.
Why him?
Why not me?
Why in such
haste?
What is your
plan?
Is this fair?
We hate you.
You are mean.
Like ants,
are we to you,
You play
with our lives
For your
fun.
Then God
replied.
Son, it is
meant to be.
What is meant
to be, is to be.
There is a
design. A plan.
He fits into
the plan.
You are
merely actors
That should
play your role.
He is not
yours. Nothing is yours.
The script is
mine. You are playing your roles.
And then I
asked God
What shall
then happen
To the
daughter dear
And the wife
he much loved
That they be
deserted.
Why give him
the dream
That he
savoured to live
So rudely
snatched even as
He thanked
You to have let him dream.
God
replied:
I have a
plan. I have plan.
Trust me. It
is a good plan.
And then I
asked God.
What plan is
good, that leaves us in tears
That shall
never dry
What plan is
good that has only grief
That lasts a
lifetime.
Those You
snatch unaware
Has laid a
plan for tomorrow.
And You say,
You have a plan.
It is a good
plan.
God
replied.
Son, it is
meant to be.
What is meant
to be, is to be.
I made you
strong
That you may
hold long
Grief begets
strength
Strength is
the blessing I bestow
To bear the
brunt of My Will.
No questions
asked.
Body is perishable while
the Soul is immortal which never dies.
Consider yourselves as that immortal Soul
that you are all immortal if you do not think yourselves as this
Body but Soul.
Lord
Krishna, Bhagawath
Geeta
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Silently,
with streaming tears,
We accept His
Will,
A design by
the celestial,
Without a
whimper of protest.
A design so
rude
To cause
life-long pain
A design
that’s mocking the grieving
Father,
mother, sister
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Son, I
closed my eyes for but a moment
And
suddenly a man stood where a boy used to be.
I may not carry
you now in my arms
But I will
always carry you in my heart.
You have
given me so many reasons to be
Proud of
the man you have become,
But the
proudest moment for me is
Telling
others that
You are my
son.
I love you
now and forever.
Author
unknown.
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There are
moments in life when you wish
you could
bring someone down from the heaven.
To spend
another day with them just one more time,
give them
one more hug, kiss them one more time
or hear
their voice again.
One more
chance to say I Love You.
Author
unknown
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God called
your name so gently.
That only
you could hear.
No one
heard the footsteps
Of the
Angel drawing near
Softly
from the shadows,
There came
a gentle call,
You closed
our eyes,
And went
to sleep
You
quietly left us all.
Author
unknown
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Have a safe &
peaceful week ahead.
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