How is it

How is it

That we bask in comfort

While others gasp for air

At the edge of the cliff

Between death and life

 

How is it

That we fuss over petty things

While some hearts beat furiously

Fleeing the rush of that

Which the earth spews

 

How is it

That we nurse selfish ambitions

While many are robbed from choice

No luxury of thinking about tomorrow

Only to not drown now

 

O dear God

Give us eyes that see

Heaven’s view of earth’s distress

Give us the heart that feels

The anguish of our brothers

 

Help our lives today

Be a soothing balm for Your pain

If I could by my way

Bring a smile to Your face

 

Dedicated to those affected by the recent tsunami and on-going volcanic eruptions in Indonesia.

Her

Petals on a stem

Draft through silk and the like

Gracefulness, edginess

Mystery, transparence

Conflicting emblems

For Eve and her daughters

Who can say

L’essence d’une femme

Beauty’s meaning

Measure of femineity

O to lose sight of I

To be fixed upward

And at last find

the Beauty of holiness

To Thee will my pursuit be

In Thee will my pursuit end

No, not Thee for me

It is I for Thee