Goodness

“For each new morning with its light,

For rest and shelter of the night,

For health and food, for love and friends,

For everything Thy goodness sends.”

— Ralph Waldo Emerson

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The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

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When Great Trees Fall

When Great Trees Fall

When great trees fall,
rocks on distant hills shudder,
lions hunker down
in tall grasses,
and even elephants
lumber after safety.

When great trees fall
in forests,
small things recoil into silence,
their senses
eroded beyond fear.

When great souls die,
the air around us becomes
light, rare, sterile.
We breathe, briefly.
Our eyes, briefly,
see with
a hurtful clarity.
Our memory, suddenly sharpened,
examines,
gnaws on kind words
unsaid,
promised walks
never taken.

Great souls die and
our reality, bound to
them, takes leave of us.
Our souls,
dependent upon their
nurture,
now shrink, wizened.
Our minds, formed
and informed by their
radiance,
fall away.
We are not so much maddened
as reduced to the unutterable ignorance
of dark, cold
caves.

And when great souls die,
after a period peace blooms,
slowly and always
irregularly. Spaces fill
with a kind of
soothing electric vibration.
Our senses, restored, never
to be the same, whisper to us.
They existed. They existed.
We can be. Be and be
better. For they existed.”
― Maya Angelou

I Remember

When I look back
And remember everything
I stop
I breathe
I close my eyes

When I look back
And remember being helpless
I stop
I breathe
I close my eyes

When I look back
And remember the sound of my heart
beating loud and fast
I stop
I breathe
I close my eyes

And I say a prayer
Thanking God for today
And everyday
For giving me a chance to do better
Because
I have this heart
I can breathe
I am able to close my eyes when I only want to feel
For everything I do links back to Him
I remember

Nura Ahmad. 12 Sept 2014

Photo from http://shahid-hollow7.blogspot.com/2011/03/doa-adalah-senjata-orang-mukmin.html  

A Moment of Loneliness

Woke up today
To a feeling of emptiness
Loneliness does that to you

For a brief moment
I felt that I am all alone
Really alone

Then I hear the sound
Of the next room door
Opening and closing

My son just woke up
Leaving his room
Probably to get a drink

For that brief moment
I thought of my life
Of how wonderful it is
Of how I am much loved
Of how grateful I am
Of how I am blessed

That brief feeling
Of emptiness and loneliness
Temporary
Isolated
Insignificant

It reminds me that
That I am never alone or lonely
Unless I allow myself to be.

*Nura Ahmad, 8th Nov 2013*

Image is from http://blogs.psychcentral.com/mentoring-recovery/2011/06/loneliness-as-a-mentor/

Strength

“What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be;
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of human suffering;
In the faith that looks through death,
In years that bring the philosophic mind.”
— William Wordsworth

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