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Benci beri cipta cinta

Aku membencimu karena perbuatanmu... bayangkan, bagaimana orang melakukan apa yang             tidak dicinta oleh orang             yang mencintai
Ya, Aku membencimu             dan membenci perbuatanmu...
Aku memberimu harapan tapi apakah Aku Pengharapanmu
engkau berkata ingin berpusat kepada-Ku, tapi sepertinya segala sesuatu menjadi fokusmu tapi Aku di luar semua itu matamu seperti mata Marta bukan mengutamakan satu esensi penting seperti Maria
Bagaimana Pribadi yang mencipta parsel rasa rindu tuk semua orang tak rindu terhadap pribadi yang dirindukan-Nya
Sampai kapan engkau seperti ini Sampai Aku mencintaimu? Aku mencintaimu              dari setulus dahulu sampai seterus selamanya


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Biarkan Tuhan Melatihmu

Jika kamu harus menanggung ganjaran; Allah memperlakukan kamu seperti anak. Di manakah terdapat anak yang tidak dihajar oleh ayahnya?” (Ibrani 12:7)
Let God train you, itu yang Alkitab versi TLB katakan dalam surat Ibrani.
Dilatih bukan sebuah kondisi yang menyenangkan.
Ada banyak tekanan, perendahan dan semua bagian hidup kita direntang melebihi yang biasa kita jalani. Apalagi lebih susah merendahkan diri sendiri ketimbang menurunkan rembulan.
Ada peluh, air mata dan teriakan kesakitan.
Ada putus asa, ada keinginan untuk menyerah, dan keletihan yang luar biasa. 
Tetapi, Tuhan begitu ingin melatih kita untuk menjadikan kita terbaik. Dia menerima kita apa adanya, tetapi Dia tidak ingin kita tetap di sana.
Bagaimanapun, Dia hanya melatih yang dianggap-Nya mampu dan bisa.
Let God train you.
Biarkan Tuhan melatihmu karena Dia melihat potensi dahsyat di dalammu.
Amin.
Semangat pagi!


-oleh Jati Wicaksono



Now

I want you to do what I tell you to do now. Ok Lord. (masih merasa berat dalam hati)
I want you to do what I tell you to do now. Yes, Lord. (masih terasa berat)
I want you to do what I tell you to do now. Ok Lord. (masih)
I want you to do what I tell you to do now. No Lord… (jujur)
I want you to do what I tell you to do now. Well ok Lord. (tapi kalau begitu, beriku kepekaan, kemampuan, dan ketekuan untuk melakukannya)


Sesegar Hujan

Hatiku sesegar hujan,
cinta-Mu padaku tak pernah padam.





Now I Become Myself

Now I become myself. It's taken
Time, many years and places;

I have been dissolved and shaken,
Worn other people's faces,
Run madly, as if Time were there,
Terribly old, crying a warning,
"Hurry, you will be dead before—"

(What? Before you reach the morning?
Or the end of the poem is clear?
Or love safe in the walled city?)

Now to stand still, to be here,
Feel my own weight and density!

The black shadow on the paper
Is my hand; the shadow of a word
As thought shapes the shaper
Falls heavy on the page, is heard.

All fuses now, falls into place
From wish to action, word to silence,
My work, my love, my time, my face
Gathered into one intense
Gesture of growing like a plant.

As slowly as the ripening fruit
Fertile, detached, and always spent,
Falls but does not exhaust the root,
So all the poem is, can give,
Grows in me to become the song,
Made so and rooted by love.

Now there is time and Time is young.
O, in this single hour I live
All of myself and do not move.

I, th…

Jangan sampai kemanusiaan kita hilang

Sudah lama ngga nemuin typo-typo seperti ini. Ada satu huruf a yang hilang. Well, yang penting sisi kemanusiaan kita jangan sampai terhilang.

I’m thankful that my life doth not deceive

I’m Thankful That My Life Doth Not Deceive by Henry David Thoreau
I’m thankful that my life doth not deceive Itself with a low loftiness, half height, And think it soars when still it dip its way Beneath the clouds on noiseless pinion Like the crow or owl, but it doth know The full extent of all its trivialness, Compared with the splendid heights above. See how it waits to watch the mail come in While ’hind its back the sun goes out perchance. And yet their lumbering cart brings me no word, Not one scrawled leaf such as my neighbors get To cheer them with the slight events forsooth, Faint ups and downs of their far distant friends— And now ’tis passed. What next? See the long train Of teams wreathed in dust, their atmosphere; Shall I attend until the last is passed? Else why these ears that hear the leader’s bells Or eyes that link me in procession? But hark! the drowsy day has done its task, Far in yon hazy field where stands a barn, Unanxious hens improve the sultry hour And with con…