A beautiful poem by my niece Eden.
Taj The Beautiful
A gem in white
A gift of love,
It sits amidst clouds of fog.
One will stare, in awe,
Marveled by its beauty
Fascinated by the intricate patterns that are engraved in the precious stone.
A ray of light will appear from behind
As the orange morning star emerges
It sheds light on the truth,
The reason this artistry exists,
Making her death, seem the most beautiful part of life.
Making their love seem immortal,
Which it is.
The tomb, is a symbol of passion,
The structure’s excellence, powerful enough hold it, through anything,
But not as strong as the passion that created it.
So it stands,
Protected by the everlasting devotion,
It is the Taj Mahal.
Weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning.
~ Psalm 30:5 ~
You just got to love these songs from Fiddler on the Roof (1971)
I can’t think of a more eloquent description of the need for space than this beautiful piece from The Prophet by Khalil Gibran –
Let there be spaces in your togetherness,
And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.
Love one another but make not a bond of love:
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other’s cup but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone,
Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.
Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping.
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.
And stand together, yet not too near together:
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow.
We’re coloured people, and we live in a tainted place
We’re coloured people, and they call us the human race
We’ve got a history so full of mistakes
And we are coloured people who depend on a Holy Grace
A piece of canvas is only the beginning for
It takes on character with every loving stroke
This thing of beauty is the passion of an Artist’s heart
By God’s design, we are a skin kaleidoscope
God says –
“For My thoughts are not your thoughts,
Nor are your ways My ways,” says the Lord.
For as the heavens are higher than the earth,
So are My ways higher than your ways,
And My thoughts than your thoughts.
– Isaiah 55:8,9 –
I happened to stumble upon this song & love it.
This song beautifully depicts the love of Jesus & how He sees us while we may hang on to the negatives, shame & failures.
“I see your story, I see My name
Written on every beautiful page
You see the struggle, you see the shame
I see the reason I came.
I came for your story I came for your wounds
To show you what Love sees when I see you”
One of the most powerful & inspirational messages that I’ve listened to. Riveting.
Make a joyful shout to the Lord, all you lands!
Serve the Lord with gladness;
Come before His presence with singing.
Know that the Lord, He is God;
It is He who has made us, and not we ourselves;
We are His people and the sheep of His pasture.
Enter into His gates with thanksgiving,
And into His courts with praise.
Be thankful to Him, and bless His name.
For the Lord is good;
His mercy is everlasting,
And His truth endures to all generations.
Music is manna for the soul…