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Cranky Old Man

Got this poem from Joanna Davidson Politano's website

It's a poem that recites with first person point-of-view about an old man—or just what he thinks of himself, and what other people are thinking of him, that way.
The poem was found after he'd died in a nursing home.
Perhaps this poem could also touch someone like you, or us.

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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 …

Hattie May Wiatt

Kisah nyata ini terjadi pada akhir tahun 1800-an di Philadelphia, Amerika. Ada seorang gadis kecil bernama Hattie May Wiatt berdiri terisak di dekat pintu masuk sebuah gereja yang tidak terlalu besar, dia tidak diperkenankan masuk ke gereja tersebut karena sudah terlalu penuh.

Pdt. Russell H. Conwell yang kebetulan lewat menanyakan mengapa dia menangis.
“Aku tidak bisa ke Sekolah Minggu,” jawab Hattie.
Melihat penampilan Hattie yang acak-acakan dan tidak terurus, sang pendeta segera mengerti dan bisa menduga sebabnya dia tidak disambut masuk ke Sekolah Minggu. Hattie bersama kedua orangtuanya tinggal di daerah kumuh karena mereka tergolong keluarga miskin. Segera dituntunnya Hattie masuk ke ruang Sekolah Minggu dan mencarikan tempat duduk yang masih kosong untuk Hattie.
Hattie begitu tergugah perasaannya, sehingga sebelum tidur di malam itu ia sempat memikirkan anak-anak lain yang senasib dengan dirinya, yang tidak mempunyai kesempatan untuk ikut Sekolah Minggu.
Ketika ia menceritakan peng…

Kakak PA

Kemarin membuka-buka Alkitab di rumah, menemukan secarik kertas mungil merah berisikan tulisan singkat berikut ini.
Mungkin yang menulis adalah seorang anak kecil murid Sekolah Minggu. Dengan sedikit penekanan tambahan pada jumlah berapa kali dia memintanya, dari 120 saya ubah menjadi 153.

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Tuhan, sudah 153 kali aku minta pada-Mu agar Tuhan mengirim kakak PA (pendalaman Alkitab) bagiku.
Jangan kirim padaku seorang kakak PA yang tidak siap. Jangan kirim padaku seorang kakak PA yang sering terlambat. Jangan kirim padaku seorang kakak PA yang ketus & galak. Jangan kirim padaku seorang kakak PA yang tidak sayang padaku.
Tapi kirimkan padaku seorang kakak PA yang baik s'perti Engkau. tidak usah indah suaranya, asal ramah senyumnya tidak mesti cakap parasnya, namun menarik pribadinya tidak usah tegap badannya, asal lembut hatinya tidak mesti bagus pakaiannya, namun rendah hatinya tidak usah bagus ceritanya, asal Kristus hidup di hidupnya
Agar... ketika aku sedih, aku dapat menangis di depannya saat a…

I watched a potter at work

I watched a potter at work today–choosing a marl of bluish-grey,
Ugly and dirty, unpromising stuff; he took it, and washed it till he’d got enough To finish the task he’d set for the day.
His foot was steady, his hands were firm, I saw the wheel begin to turn– Faster and faster, it spun on its way, then–all of a sudden he threw the clay. How many years did it take to learn?
With love and patience those hands so skilled, shape up the pot that he has willed. So long ago, before he began, he had in his mind his own special plan And now at last it’s being fulfilled.
He slows down the wheel, and with fingers neat he places his pot in the infinite heat Of the oven, so hot that it tempers the pot Until tested and tried his work is complete.
Does the pot he now holds bring him pleasure? Will it always be something to treasure? You and I are God’s clay–will we let Him today Mould us to give Him this joy beyond measure? 

~ Cilla Watkins



One day at a time

One day at a time, sweet Jesus That's all I'm asking from You Just give me the strength to do everyday What I have to do Yesterday's gone, sweet Jesus And tomorrow may never be mine Lord, help me today, show me the way One day at a time

(by Marijohn Wilkin)


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


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…

Who Am I?

I am your constant companion.
I am your greatest helper or your heaviest burden.
I will push you onward or drag you down to failure.
I am completely at your command.


Half the things you do, you might just as well turn over to me,
and I will be able to do them quickly and correctly.
I am easily managed; you must merely be firm with me.
Show me exactly how you want something done, and after a few lessons I will do it automatically.


I am the servant of all great men.
And, alas, of all failures as well.
Those who are great, I have made great.
Those who are failures, I have made failures.

I am not a machine, though I work with all the precision of a machine.
Plus, the intelligence of a man.
You may run me for profit, or run me for ruin; it makes no difference to me.
Take me, train me, be firm with me and I will put the world at your feet.
Be easy with me, and I will destroy you.


Who am I?
I am a HABIT!

sine nomine

A richer imagination

Bagaimana kalau lautan adalah daratan Bagaimana kalau darat adalah laut Bagaimana kalau tidak ada bayangan Bagaimana kalau kita tidak membutuhkan pendapat dari manusia
Bagaimana jika kegagalan dapat membawa lebih banyak kejutan manis nantinya