My God

The reason why I cry may be because of your forgiving me. I don’t know; maybe it is because when I see your greatness, I feel my own weakness.

That I placed you in my heart, wasn’t because I wanted to fill my solitude; it was because I need you like every other one in this world.

I want every single tear to write your name on my cheeks when I cry. I want my tears to leave their trail and be born again when they reach the end of their lives.

Yesterday when I was passing by life with great pride, I thought life is that God, who must be in my heart. But I was wrong. Because when I lived it, I began to hate it. Then I traveled together with someone for a time. I thought he was so much the one God I was looking for. But when we went our separate ways, I found that he wasn’t also the right one. Thereafter I never think of anyone or anything in mistake for God.

My God is he, whose soul runs in me. Only he sees my cries, hears my voice and forgives me. He loves me whether I like him or not. He is always by my side; closer than anyone to me. God, place your mercy in my tears!

Excuse me

My God! Excuse me, if I’ve always painted the canvas of life with gray and black.

Excuse me, if I ignored the sun in the most sunny days of my lifetime. I’ve crossed out all my beautiful memories with red.

Excuse me if I’m lost between the winter pages of my life’s calendar and haven’t reached the spring.

Excuse me, if I’ve always faced a cul-de-sac when going through the curves of life and forgot that the sky path is always open...

sometimes

Sometimes when you don’t feel good, when you feel…

You have lost a lot in life…

You have reached the end of the road…

You are sad…

You want to complain against every one and thing…

You’ve met with difficulty…

What should you do?

Crying?

Getting angry?

No!

Even with a feeling of sorrow…

folly…

loneliness and sadness…

crime…

fear…

contempt and all bad feelings,

remember that someone still cares for you. To his mind you are really something, you are great, you are beautiful and have lots of potentialities.

He loves you. He knocks on your heart and wants to enter your life. Let’s invite him by repeating this prayer: my dear God, warm me like the sun!

Oh God, I thank you…

for all that you have given me…

for all sunny, all gloomy, cloudy and rainy days…

for all calm sunsets and all long dark nights…

I thank you for the health and illness…

for the sadness and joy you granted me.

I thank you for all that you lent me and took back.

I thank you for my solitude, my problems, my doubts and tears; because all these made me closer to you.

Oh God, I want whatever you wish for me.

I only ask you:

Grant me so much faith, that I see you in everything coming my way; so much hope and courage, that I don’t despair. Grant me lots of love and affection everyday more than yesterday. Love of you and those around me.

God’s promise

God has not promised that the sky would always be blue and the gardens covered with flowers. He has not promised that the life would always be as you wish. He has also not promised the days free of worry, the happiness without sorrow or the health without pain. God has not promised a coast without storm, sun without rain and everlasting laughter. God has not promised that the mountains would be without rocks and have no steep slopes, that the river would not be muddy, but he has promised the coming of a good day.

So thank God in all hardships of life and only seek for his help. Thank God even when you feel you haven’t got what you wanted. He wants to surprise you at a much better time and give you something more than you expected.

I am strong

Only when…

When your eyes have no more tear left to shed…

When you have no power left to cry out…

When your sinking heart has had all his words poured out…

When even your notebook and pencil have left you behind…

When your whole body freezes from the inside…

When you close your eyes to the world and long for death…

When you feel there is no one to understand you…

…when you feel you are the loneliest…

Waiting fever

I’m more silent than any silence. My eyes have stared at the road waiting for you. I become full of regret and empty of the moment of meeting you. The sun goes gradually. I got it from the farewell of the narrow light of the room. Once more the day comes to an end and Friday is ashamed of my waiting eyes.

Silence

It’s night and silence. The sky is heavy-hearted and wants to break this silence. I stay alone and cheerless in the rain so that it washes away the dusty sorrow of my face and breaks the silence of my times of solitude. I shed tears along with the singing sky until dawn to invite the morning to the purity of my being.

Dear dad

when I was a child, I sought for mum’s warm embrace to run away from your angry look. When I grew older, I found that there lay a hidden affection beyond that anger that the mum’s embrace had got no meaning without your secret affection. Who knows your weariness behind this kind face?! Thanks for all your efforts dad

Stay with us and make us live by your being

Let's let the feelings take a breath of fresh air

Spring has come. It has changed all the despair and disappointment into joy and happiness, all the drought into a garden of  meadow and flower. Its life-giving soil brings freshness and liveliness.

In pleasant days of the bloomy nature and the times when flowers grow from the crack of stones and coquet gently in the light breeze, let's let the feelings take a breath of fresh air.

Let's open our eyes to all this beauty and gratefully take the spring air into our veins and skin. Let's freshen up our heart in this sensational spring and have a heart full of love and affection.

Let's fly the flag of love high in the sky of our life to change the rancour and hatred into an ocean of sympathy.

The beauty of life is that it has its ups and downs. Had the road of life not had any bumps, twists and turns, sleep and boredom would surely conquer any traveller's eyes. And life would be cold and prosaic. I think events and ups and downs are not important in life. What matters is our behaviour and reaction to these bitter and sweet experiences.

Spring is the time of taking the smell of wheat, rain, sea, beach, wave, the grown field of sweet basil… spring is the time of forgetting the axe wound on the stam of flowers and remembering the grow of flowers from the hard stones.

Appreciate spring and love everyone.

For my kind God

You can't imagine my delight, having a dreamy feeling of flying with a plumage with the extent of love, in the imaginary sky…

Anyone who is satiated with your look, will abandon the earth.

The kindest lover in the world! My eyes are ashamed of your generosity… till your beautiful look is the shelter of my being, the world, fortune, time and luck will be as I wish.

For you

For me, being with you was having all the cheers and goodness in the world. And solitude without you is a deep marsh. I won't forget your sympathy in times of difficulties, and your smile will forever be a calming influence on my painful mind. The recollection of your gorgeous look gives me a doleful feeling. Every day I send your soul a happy message and my heart sinks from inside. But still someone warns me from inside and says: " have patience and don't lose your reliance on God. "

Sometimes, just sometimes

Having had enough of unkindness of some people, I'm sitting on a bench in the park. The pen in my hand, I'm writing. Perhaps writing is a way of escaping from oppressive thoughts. Perhaps playing with the words, sentences and papers cause to be lost in the lane and alleys of the words and find no way to get back to the cottage of sorrow. Sometimes it's good to be lost. Be lost to forget. Sometimes silence is good. Be silent to see. Sometimes ignorance is good to be far away from the tricks of others. Sometimes it's good to go far to be away from the evils of the bad… but they are just sometimes good… sometimes recollection is good to remember the goodness of the good. Sometimes finding is good to find love in every moment of my life. Sometimes talking is good to calm down someone who's been hurt by loneliness. Sometimes understanding is good to perceive all the hidden goodness. But I'm still sitting on the bench. I'm lost not to be found by sorrow. I showed up once more for happiness to see me.

Unfaithful

I've painted the memory of your coming with my crayons, and crossed out the path of your leaving. There's no one to dictate life to me, correct my mistakes, cross out my wrong days, and make me to write down my experiences ten times.

The geography of your being has covered the outline of the sea. The fish can't reach your whereabout, let alone I. whenever I put pen to paper, my pen point used to break. And now with the least remembrance of you, my heart breaks… come and swear by my life, that you will always stay by my side.