English Poetry

rabiya

Some Thoughts For Today

Knock, Knock
Knock, Knock.I knocked at heaven's door this morning. God asked
me...'My child, what can I do for you?' And I said, 'Father, please protect
and bless the person reading this message.' God smiled and
answered...'Request granted'

Secret

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A man is driving down the road and his car breaks down near a
monastery.

He goes to the monastery, knocks on the door, and says, 'My car broke
down. Do you think I could stay the night?'

The Monks graciously accept him, feed him dinner, even fix his car.

As the man tries to fall asleep, he hears a strange sound. A sound
unlike anything he's ever heard before.

The Sirens that nearly seduced Odysseus into crashing his ship come
to his mind.

He doesn't sleep that night. He tosses and turns trying to figure out
what could possibly be making such a seductive sound.

The next morning, he asks the Monks what the sound was, but they say,
'We can't tell you. You're not a Monk.'

Distraught, the man is forced to leave

Years later, after never being able to forget that sound, the man
goes back to the monastery and pleads for the answer again.

The Monks reply, 'We can't tell you. You're not a Monk.'

The man says, 'If the only way I can find out what is making that
beautiful sound is to become a Monk, then please, make me a Monk.'

The Monks reply, 'You must travel the earth and tell us how many
blades of grass there are and the exact number of grains of sand. When
you find these answers, you will have become a Monk.'

The man sets about his task.

After years of searching he returns as a gray-haired old man and
knocks on the door of the monastery. A Monk answers. He is taken before
a gathering of all the Monks.

'In my quest to find what makes that beautiful sound, I travelled the
earth and have found what you asked for:

By design, the world is in a state of perpetual change. Only God
knows what you ask. All a man can know is himself, and only then if he is
honest and reflective and willing to strip away self deception'

The Monks reply, 'Congratulations. You have become a Monk. We shall
now show you the way to the mystery of the sacred sound.'

The Monks lead the man to a wooden door, where the head monk says,
'The sound is beyond that door.'

The Monks give him the key, and he opens the door.

Behind the wooden door is another door made of stone.

The man is given the key to the stone door and he opens it, only to
find a door made of ruby.

And so it went that he needed keys to doors of emerald, pearl and
diamond.

Finally, they come to a door made of solid gold. The sound has
become very clear and definite. The Monks say, 'This is the last key to the
last door.'

The man is apprehensive to no end. His life's wish is behind that
door!

With trembling hands, he unlocks the door, turns the knob, and slowly
pushes the door open. Falling to his knees, he is utterly amazed to
discover the source of that haunting and seductive sound....

But I can't tell you what it is because you're not a Monk.

I saw God today ~
As a tearful child found comfort in your arms.
I saw God today ~
As an old man's face was lit with hope by the grasp of your hand.
I saw God today ~
As a smile etched the lips of the stranger you greeted on the
street.
I saw God today ~
As you stopped in the midst of a busy schedule to listen to a
burdened soul.
I saw God today ~
As I spent the day with you, my friend, and
Though the hours have flown and the night draws near,
Today will linger on, with memories so dear.
For as we shared each hour's array,
I met God through you today.

To have a true friend is to have one of the sweetest gifts that life
can bring.
JESUS is one true Friend who will never leave us nor forsake us. . .
What a Friend we have in Him!

God's Existence
Imagine a family of mice who live all their lives
in a large piano.
To them, in their piano-world,
came the music of the instrument, filling all the
dark spaces with sound and harmony.

At first, the mice were impressed by it.
They drew comfort and wonder from the thought
that there was Someone who made the music ~
invisible to them, yet close to them.
They loved to think of the Great Player
whom they could not see.

Then one day, a daring young mouse
climbed up part of the piano
and returned very thoughtful.
He had found out how the music was made.
Wires were the secret:
tightly stretched wires of graduated lengths
which trembled and vibrated.
They must revise all their old beliefs:
none but the most conservative could any longer
believe in the Unseen Player.

Later, another explorer carried the explanation further.
Hammers were now the secret.
Numbers of hammers dancing and leaping
on the wires.
This was a more complicated theory,
but it all went to show that they lived in a
purely mechanical and mathematical world.
The Unseen Player came to be thought of
as a myth.
But the Pianist continued to play!
(Author Known to God)
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Joy in Jesus,

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zain

Very Nice

Good

I like This
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neha

Too Cooooooooool

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