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KEHENINGAN DERITA

Tanpa terasa ada muatan kata-kata,
Dengan totalitas keheningan sempurna,
Derita merambah ke dalam hidup manusia
Menjelajah rata bagai aliran darah terua.

Penderitaan adalah ruang kosong
Saat egoisme terbakar hangus oleh Api Ilahi
Saat kesombongan pasti terkikis mati
Saat harga diri menemukan posisi yang sejati
Saat aneka potensi berangsur-angsur terbungkus rapi
Tak bisa lagi untuk unjuk prestasi,
Karena terbebat himpitan kondisi.

Penderitaan adalah ruang kosong penuh isi
Saat yang Ilahi berinkarnasi
Mengambil inti dari yang manusiawi
Memolesnya dengan jiwa seni bernilai tinggi
Menjadi pribadi yang tercipta sebagai saksi
Bahwa Keheningan derita adalah kontemplasi.

By ADRIAN PRISTIO

TIME by Rodger Dean Johnson

Time. The hands that we watch move forward and cannot turn back.

The measurement of history, a point in the cycle of life,

When the sun goes up and the day turns black.

Time. The idea that’s underappreciated, yet so precious to every human being.

It’s taken for granted, and most don’t understand,

It’s a concept that most are passive to, yet we are all seeing.

Time. The fruit of our existence and conductor of our day.

The dictator of when we are born, when we die,

The point after inception, when we all push play.

Time. The gift that’s given to us all.

It’s the clutch of a memory in our minds,

The span of events how we have grown, and how we fall.

Time. It’s the battery of our soul, and the balance of nature.

It’s the nourishment we all breathe,

It’s the gap between our breath’s first and last vapor.

Time. With it, events are able to move with motion and stop.

The vehicle for our actions, the number one tool of our lives

The daily bread we all consume, and drink to the last drop.

Time. Choose to take heed in it, or watch it all fly by.

Today, is a new day within it.

Choose to make the best of it, or watch it all flash before our eye.

Time. The energy we store and use, until it’s all depleted.

What will you do with it, before it’s all gone?

From creation to destruction, with time, again it is all repeated.

Time. With it, the body can be healed.

The wounds, the pain, the scrapes, the cuts, the scars, the wrinkles of our skin,

with time it will always be revealed.

Time. It was used to write this message with paper and pen.

The recording of information to capture and pass on,

A snapshot of it was taken to share with you and your friend.

You are who you are for a reason…. by Russell Kelfer

You are who you are for a reason.
You’re part of an intricate plan.
You’re a precious and perfect unique design,
Called God’s special woman or man.

You look like you look for a reason.
Our God made no mistake.
He knit you together within the womb.
You’re just what He wanted to make.

The parents you had were the ones He chose,
And no matter how you may feel,
They were custom-designed with God’s plan in mind,
And they bear the Master’s seal.

No, that trauma you faced was not easy.
And God wept that it hurt you so;
But it was allowed to shape your heart
So that into His likeness you’d grow.

You are who you are for a reason,
You’ve been formed by the Master’s rod.
You are who you are, beloved,
Because there is a God!

 

THE TOUCH OF THE MASTER’S HAND by Myra B. Welch

T’was battered and scared, and the auctioneer thought it scarcely worth his while

To waste much time on the old violin,

But held it up with a smile.

“What am I bidden, good folks,” he cried,

“Who’ll start the bidding for me?

A dollar, a dollar, then, two! only two?

Two dollars, and who will make it three?

Three dollars, once; three dollars, twice; going for three…”

But no,

From the room, far back, a grey-haired man came forward and picked up the bow;

Then, wiping the dust from violin, and tightening the loose strings,

He played a melody pure and sweet as a caroling angel sings.

The music ceased, and auctioneer, with a voice that was quiet and low, said:

“What am I bid for the old violin?” and he held it up with the bow.

“A thousand dollars, and who will make it two?” two thousand!

And who’ll make it three?

“Three thousand, once; three thousand, twice; and going and gone.” said he.

The people cheered, but some of them cried

“We do not quite understand, what changed its worth?”

Swift came the reply:

The cried, “The Touch of The Master’s Hand”

And many a man with life out of tune,

And battered and scarred with sin,

Is auctioned cheap to the thoughtless crowd,

Much like the old violin.

A ‘mess of potage’, a glass of wine; a game – and he travels on.

He is ‘going’ once, and ‘going’ twice,

He’s ‘going’ and almost ‘gone’.

But the Master comes and the foolish crowd never can quite understand

The worth of a soul and the change that’s wrought

By the Touch of The Master’s Hand.

THE MORE YOU…

author: unknown

The more you give, the more you get

The more you laugh, the less you fret

The more you do unselfishly,

The more you live abundantly

The more of everything you share,

The more you’ll always have to spare

The more you love,

the more you’ll find that life is good and friends are kind

for only what we give away,

Enriches us from day to day.

It’s not too late

by Ron Atchison

it’s not too late… The angel said.

even though the world’s a mess…

even though you’re not as young…

even though you’ve made mistakes and have been afraid

it’s not too late…

and then I saw the world through the angel’s eyes…

I saw the color I could paint

the Bridges I could build

The lives that I could touch

The dreams that could still come true

and it became very clear to me…

That it’s not too late.

PERKATAAN SUNGAI

Kehidupan, bukanlah sekedar kegembiraan

kehidupan adalah hasrat dan tekad

hikmat bukanlah dalam perkataan;

hikmat adalah makna dalam perkataan

kebesaran bukanlah posisi yang ditinggikan

kebesaran adalah dia yang menolak puisi

sorga bukanlah didalam pertobatan

sorga adalah di dalam hati yang suci

neraka bukanlah didalam siksaan

neraka adalah di dalam hati yang hampa

kecantikan bukanlah di dalam wajah

kecantikan adalah terang dalam hati

kesempurnaan bukanlah demi kemurnian jiwa

mungkin ada kebajikan dalam dosa.

by Khahlil Gibran

ASTAGA, HATIKU!

Astaga, hatiku, rahasiakanlah cintamu,

dan sembunyikanlah rahasia itu dari mereka-mereka yang engkau lihat,

maka engkau akan mendapatkan keberuntungan yang lebih baik.

Dia yang mengungkapkan rahasia dianggap orang bodoh,

keheningan dan kerahasiaan adalah jauh lebih baik bagi dia yang jatuh cinta.

Astaga, hatiku, kalau seorang bertanya,

“apa yang terjadi?” janganlah menjawab.

kalau engaku ditanya “siapa dia?”

katakankan dia mencintai pria lain.

dan pura-puralah bahwa itu tidak ada konsekuensinya.

Astaga, cintaku, sembunyikanlah gairahmu;

penyakitmu adalah juga obatmu

sebab cinta bagi jiwa adalah ibarat anggur dalam gelas

yang engkau lihat adalah cairannya,

yang tersembunyi adalah rohnya.

Astaga, hatiku, sembunyikanlah kesusahanmu;

supaya seandainya lautan mendera dan langit runtuh,

engkau akan aman….

by Khahlil Gibran

The Beauty of Woman

The beauty of a woman
Is not in the clothes she wears,
The figure that she carries,
Or the way she combs her hair.

The beauty of a woman
must be seen from in her eyes,
Because that is the doorway to her heart,
the place where love resides.

The beauty of a woman
is not in a facial mole,
But true beauty in a woman
Is reflected in her soul.

It is the caring that she lovingly gives,
the passion that she shows

And the beauty of a woman
With passing years-only grows!

author: unknown

source: www.heartnsouls.com

anda ada bukan karena suatu kebetulan

sebuah puisi dari Russell Kelfer.

anda adalah anda karena suatu alasan

anda adalah bagian dari suatu rencana yang kompleks

anda adalah suatu rancangan unik yang berharga dan sempurna

disebut laki-laki atau perempuan khusus milik ALLAH

anda bertampang seperti anda karena suatu alasan

Allah kita tidak membuat kesalahan

Dia merajut andan menjadi satu di dalam kandungan,

Anda benar-benar apa yang ingin Dia ciptakan

Orangtua yang anda miliki adalah orangtua yang Dia pilih,

Dan tidak peduli bagaimana perasaan anda,

mereka dirancang dengan pertimbangan rencana Allah

Dan mereka memikul materai Tuhan

Tidak, trauma yang anda hadapi tidaklah mudah.

Dan Allah menangis karena trauma itu begitu menyakiti anda;

Tetapi itu diizinkan untuk membentuk hati anda

supaya anda bertumbuh menjadi serupa denganNya.

anda adalah anda karena suatu alasan,

anda telah dibentuk dengan tongkat Tuhan.

anda adalah anda, kekasih

karena ada Allah!