Saturday, April 28, 2007

Goodbye


Its hard to see you pack and go,
My voice chokes and the tears flow.
"How can I make up for this loss", I ask
The hands wave goodbye, the face puts on a smiling mask.

As I walk back through the empty corridors,
The silence screams and the heart cries "no more"!
The feet stop where we met first,
My holy ground- I touch the carpet dust.

I knock on your door one last time,
The cat answers but I miss your rhyme.
Your words are now a part of me,
They shall remain forever, and the world shall see.

I pack our memories and lock them tight,
And even all our senseless fights.
The laughs, the tears, the cries, the fears
Yes, I shall remember them all for years.

Please don't let anyone take my place,
Its tough, because they shall never face,
All those times that we both shared
Even though we never really cared.

I swear I'll never let us be apart,
And you will always remain in my heart.
Yet for now all I can say,
Is to God for you I'll pray.

Presence is Felt

" 'There aren't words to say, words aren't remembered... Presence is.'

I never understood it until I drove home, 28 hours in one weekend, to see the funeral of one of my childhood friends. When I got there, my late friend's mother saw me and started crying because she knew that I dropped everything to come and see. It was then that I understood."

--Wingman

Monday, April 23, 2007

'Blue like Jazz' by Donald Miller


"The idea of marriage is remarkably frightening to me for precisely this reason: the loss of freedom. I am not somebody who needs constant company. I don't often get lonely. I live in community because it is healthy, because people who live alone for too long are more likely to go goofy, living in the same house and sharing a bath and a bed and having things pink and silky lying around on the floor strikes this chord in me like a prison door clanging shut. I can just see myself standing there watching her take her makeup off in the bathroom and thinking, She really isn' going to leave. All her stuff is here now."

--
Donald Miller in 'Blue Like Jazz'

This is definitely one of the better books I have read lately.

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

The Two Worlds

Usual scene after a dinner on a weekend. The food left on each plate on average can feed an African family for one meal.


Suffering from severe malnutrition, 2 year old Fatima Hillow, has been treated for TB, pnuemon and is now to be flown to Nairobi to have her heart checked out. Held by her grandmother, Batula Guhat, who walked100 miles to the nearest health center, Garissa Provincial Hospital, one of the few centers in the surrounding area of Northern Kenya. Surrounding areas react to the continued drought in the region stretching over the past 3 years.

Cost of War - 2

Specialist Charles Mays, 31, wounded during his Army service in Iraq, with his daughter Olivia, 3, at the Polytrauma Rehabilitation Center.

--Picture by Tyler Hicks, New York Times

Sunday, April 8, 2007

President Bush Makes Fun of Himself

After watching this video, I am convinced his script writers have a good sense of humor!

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