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Cranky Old Man
When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in an Australian country town, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value. Later, when the nurses were going through his meagre possessions, they found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital.
One nurse took her copy to Melbourne. The old man's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas editions of magazines around the country and in magazines for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.
And this old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this anonymous poem winging across the Internet.
Cranky Old Man
What do you see nurses? ... what do you see?
What are you thinking ... when you're looking at me?
A cranky old man, ... not very wise,
Uncertain of habit ... with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food ... and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice ... "I do wish you'd try!"
Who seems not to notice ... the things that you do.
And forever is losing ... a sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not ... lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding ... the long day to fill?
Is that what you're thinking? ... is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse ... you're not looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am ... as I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, ... as I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of Ten ... with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters ... who love one another.
A young boy of Sixteen ... with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now ... a lover he'll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty ... my heart gives a leap.
Remembering the vows ... that I promised to keep.
At Twenty-Five, now ... I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide ... and a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty ... my young now grown fast,
Bound to each other ... with ties that should last.
At Forty, my young sons ... have grown and are gone,
But my woman is beside me ... to see I don't mourn.
At Fifty, once more, ... babies play 'round my knee,
Again, we know children ... my loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me ... my wife is now dead.
I look at the future ... I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing ... young of their own.
And I think of the years ... and the love that I've known.
I'm now an old man ... and nature is cruel.
It's jest to make old age ... look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles ... grace and vigour, depart.
There is now a stone ... where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass ... a young man still dwells,
And now and again ... my battered heart swells.
I remember the joys ... I remember the pain.
And I'm loving and living ... life over again.
I think of the years, all too few ... gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact ... that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people ... open and see.
Not a cranky old man ...
Look closer ... see ... ME!
One nurse took her copy to Melbourne. The old man's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas editions of magazines around the country and in magazines for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.
And this old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this anonymous poem winging across the Internet.
Cranky Old Man
What do you see nurses? ... what do you see?
What are you thinking ... when you're looking at me?
A cranky old man, ... not very wise,
Uncertain of habit ... with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food ... and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice ... "I do wish you'd try!"
Who seems not to notice ... the things that you do.
And forever is losing ... a sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not ... lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding ... the long day to fill?
Is that what you're thinking? ... is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse ... you're not looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am ... as I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, ... as I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of Ten ... with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters ... who love one another.
A young boy of Sixteen ... with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now ... a lover he'll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty ... my heart gives a leap.
Remembering the vows ... that I promised to keep.
At Twenty-Five, now ... I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide ... and a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty ... my young now grown fast,
Bound to each other ... with ties that should last.
At Forty, my young sons ... have grown and are gone,
But my woman is beside me ... to see I don't mourn.
At Fifty, once more, ... babies play 'round my knee,
Again, we know children ... my loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me ... my wife is now dead.
I look at the future ... I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing ... young of their own.
And I think of the years ... and the love that I've known.
I'm now an old man ... and nature is cruel.
It's jest to make old age ... look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles ... grace and vigour, depart.
There is now a stone ... where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass ... a young man still dwells,
And now and again ... my battered heart swells.
I remember the joys ... I remember the pain.
And I'm loving and living ... life over again.
I think of the years, all too few ... gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact ... that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people ... open and see.
Not a cranky old man ...
Look closer ... see ... ME!
Bo to D – Peak
A million people on a Bo platform.
A thousand people pass
through a single door in under a minute.
Fifty passengers race to
catch one seat.
Just seated passengers tell
those standing
to keep their bags and laptops on the rack.
to keep their bags and laptops on the rack.
The plight of the fourth
seat...
An elderly man resting a hot
stainless steel chapatti box on your shoulders.
At Andheri, Mr Shoo manages
to get into the crowded train,
and then demands to know who stepped on his feet.
and then demands to know who stepped on his feet.
One businessman gets up, two
labourers can now sit.
A huge suitcase may occupy
the gangway.
Monkeys swing on metal
handles.
Stuntmen dance on the roof
beneath high voltage cables.
Cool breeze over Mahim
Creek.
Dadar, bhai Dadar!
A Close Crow Call
This morning the crows
were cawing loudly. Although I am not a huge fan of crows, the noise
they created made me get up from my chair and go to the window to see
what the commotion was all about.
Normally, the crows look in the direction of the threat when they caw this loudly. I tried to look for a cat, the most common threat that would be worthy of such noise. However, no cat was in sight. A snake perhaps? However, no slithering snake was to be seen. Neither a dangerous dog nor a cheerful cow. Now, I was curious. Why were the crows making such a huge racket when there was no apparent danger?
Normally, the crows look in the direction of the threat when they caw this loudly. I tried to look for a cat, the most common threat that would be worthy of such noise. However, no cat was in sight. A snake perhaps? However, no slithering snake was to be seen. Neither a dangerous dog nor a cheerful cow. Now, I was curious. Why were the crows making such a huge racket when there was no apparent danger?
I then looked at the
crows. Are they gone mad perhaps? They seemed to be talking loudly to
each other, actually more like yelling at each other. Their disturbing gathering was around the big badam (almond) tree that stands in front of my window
and obstructs my view of the beautiful sun set in the evenings.
There, in this tree was the threat — kite thread or, in Hindi, manja!
A baby crow was
entwined in the orange thread, stuck, and hanging for dear life. The
glass-coated string went round her neck and had tied her legs; she
seemed lifeless. I thought she was dead, but the crows knew she was
not. They kept shouting words in their language at this young
helpless bird. She listened carefully. Then, as if after complete
assimilation of each instruction being thrown at her, she did what
was told and set herself free by removing each knot that held her
captive. After untying the last knot by pulling the string apart with
her beak, she climbed onto the branch that she hung from about a few
moments back.
The onlooking crows
cheered her with a joyful round of cawing. After a minute of
exuberant cawing, each crow flew away in its own direction. I
returned to my chair and wrote about it.
Language and timely
communication saved a listening baby crow today!
Slaylanguage
Are you going through a tough time?
Perhaps you need to change the way you speak.
Or perhaps you need to listen to something healthy.
The thing about tough times is that you tend to hear Slaylanguage. Words, sentences or even complete letters or mails that put you down.
Slaylanguage is language that kills. It kills your spirit and undermines your courage.
Bad language, like bad food, can make you feel sick and eventually does.
Slaylanguage is the complete opposite of Claylanguage.
While Claylanguage shapes you up, Slaylanguage slides you down.
To reach Home in a game of Snakes and Ladders, aren't ladders preferred?
Similarly, here's hoping that you choose to speak Claylanguage ... shape up!
Perhaps you need to change the way you speak.
Or perhaps you need to listen to something healthy.
The thing about tough times is that you tend to hear Slaylanguage. Words, sentences or even complete letters or mails that put you down.
Slaylanguage is language that kills. It kills your spirit and undermines your courage.
Bad language, like bad food, can make you feel sick and eventually does.
Slaylanguage is the complete opposite of Claylanguage.
To reach Home in a game of Snakes and Ladders, aren't ladders preferred?
Similarly, here's hoping that you choose to speak Claylanguage ... shape up!
Shaping Language
The quality of a regional language influences the quality of life of the people living in that particular region. During the ages and civilizations of the past, the quality of people’s lives was always better when they chose to improve their language and communication.
Claylanguage helps you shape the language you use to share with people.
Here's your chance to educate friends to speak, listen, read or write better. Share our links and resources on languages or guide friends here to shape up their language skills.
Claylanguage helps you shape the language you use to share with people.
Here's your chance to educate friends to speak, listen, read or write better. Share our links and resources on languages or guide friends here to shape up their language skills.
Claylanguage can also help you edit educational content.
Prayer for Commitment
Lord,
I have one life to live;
I have only one heart to give.
Help me choose with the greatest care
What to do with a gift so rare!
I have one life to live;
I have only one heart to give.
Help me choose with the greatest care
What to do with a gift so rare!
Slow Me Down
Slow me down, Lord, I'm going too fast.
I can't see my brother when he's walking past.
I miss a lot of good things day by day;
I don't know a blessing when it comes my way.
Slow me down, Lord, I want to see
More of the things that are good for me.
A little less of me and a little more of you,
I want the heavenly atmosphere to trickle through.
Let me help a brother when the going is rough.
When folks work together life isn't so tough.
Slow me down, Lord, so I can talk
With some of your angels. Slow me down to a walk.
Sunday School
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| St. Andrew's Parish, Bandra - 1996 |
No Need
Where there is Faith
there is Love;
Where there is Love
there is Peace;
Where there is Peace
there is God;
Where there is God
there is No Need.
there is Love;
Where there is Love
there is Peace;
Where there is Peace
there is God;
Where there is God
there is No Need.
Lord Help Me
- To search for life's answers first in the Bible and then on Google
- To believe in results from Yahweh more than Yahoo
- To look for something that cannot show up in Bing
- To remember the Way to heaven is not uploaded on YouTube
- To help my mom cook rather than poke on Facebook
- To make my life better besides sharing it on Twitter
- To listen to You God and not just iPod
- To spend time in prayer before I post to this blog!
Potter’s Wheel
The world is fast becoming younger
The news is all they’ve ever known
They’ve seen the wars, the hurt, the hunger
How will they choose when they are grown
What do you tell forever’s children
When it’s their turn to hurt and heal
Whatever spins a grim tornado
Can also turn a potter’s wheel
Take a little clay
Put it on a wheel
Get a little hint
How God must feel
Give a little turn
Listen to a spin
Make it into the shape
You want it in
Tell with your life the bloody story
Teach to they’re dreams not burning steel
It’s not in bombs where lies the glory
But in what’s shattered on the field
The potter’s wheel takes love and caring
Skill and patience, fast and slow
The works it makes are easily broken
Once they survive the potter’s throw
Take a little clay
Put it on a wheel
Get a little hint
How God must feel
Give a little turn
Listen to a spin
Make it into the shape
You want it in
Some day some children will be digging
In some long forgotten ground
And they’ll find our civilization
Or what’s left of it to be found
They’ll find the weapons of destruction
But buried deeper in the hole
They’ll find a message and a promise
In the sand, the potter’s bowl
Take a little clay
Put it on a wheel
Get a little hint
How God must feel
Give a little turn
Listen to a spin
Make it into the shape
You want it in
Earth and fire and wind conspire
With human hands, and love, and fire
Artist: John Denver
Lyrics: Bill Danoff
The news is all they’ve ever known
They’ve seen the wars, the hurt, the hunger
How will they choose when they are grown
What do you tell forever’s children
When it’s their turn to hurt and heal
Whatever spins a grim tornado
Can also turn a potter’s wheel
Take a little clay
Put it on a wheel
Get a little hint
How God must feel
Give a little turn
Listen to a spin
Make it into the shape
You want it in
Tell with your life the bloody story
Teach to they’re dreams not burning steel
It’s not in bombs where lies the glory
But in what’s shattered on the field
The potter’s wheel takes love and caring
Skill and patience, fast and slow
The works it makes are easily broken
Once they survive the potter’s throw
Take a little clay
Put it on a wheel
Get a little hint
How God must feel
Give a little turn
Listen to a spin
Make it into the shape
You want it in
Some day some children will be digging
In some long forgotten ground
And they’ll find our civilization
Or what’s left of it to be found
They’ll find the weapons of destruction
But buried deeper in the hole
They’ll find a message and a promise
In the sand, the potter’s bowl
Take a little clay
Put it on a wheel
Get a little hint
How God must feel
Give a little turn
Listen to a spin
Make it into the shape
You want it in
Earth and fire and wind conspire
With human hands, and love, and fire
Artist: John Denver
Lyrics: Bill Danoff
The Optimist Creed
Promise Yourself...
- To be so strong that nothing can disturb your peace of mind
- To talk health, happiness, and prosperity to every person you meet
- To make all your friends feel that there is something in them
- To look at the sunny side of everything and make your optimism come true
- To think only of the best, to work only for the best, and to expect only the best
- To be just as enthusiastic about the success of others as you are about your own
- To forget the mistakes of the past and press on to the greater achievements of the future
- To wear a cheerful countenance at all times and give every living creature you meet a smile
- To give so much time to the improvement of yourself that you have no time to criticize others
- To be too large for worry, too noble for anger, too strong for fear, and too happy to permit the presence of trouble
κοινωνία
is
companionship
partnership
community
contribution
participation
sharing
communion
intimacy
fellowship
association
common effort
building community
coming together encouraging love, faith, and hope...
Koinonia!
companionship
partnership
community
contribution
participation
sharing
communion
intimacy
fellowship
association
common effort
building community
coming together encouraging love, faith, and hope...
Koinonia!
The Vertical Dimension
Spirit of the living God ... fall afresh on us
Spirit of the living God ... fall afresh on us
Melt us
Mould us
Fill us
Use us
Spirit of the living God ... fall afresh on us
Spirit of the living God ... fall afresh on us
Melt us
Mould us
Fill us
Use us
Spirit of the living God ... fall afresh on us
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