what has become of my mind
when my heart is no longer at
home and comfort with you
has taken over my thoughts?
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what has become of my heart
when my mind is no longer at
home and thoughts of you
has taken over my comfort?
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what has become of my mind
when my heart is no longer at
home and comfort with you
has taken over my thoughts?
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what has become of my heart
when my mind is no longer at
home and thoughts of you
has taken over my comfort?
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god made us in his image and endowed us with two good legs so that
we could all stand on our own but there are perfectly normal people
living in our midst who chose to live like a paraplegic~ having two
good legs yet prefer to be crippled seeking out god day in and day
out wanting god to be their crutch in the minutest of decisions
they could easily hurdle through by themselves i sometimes wonder
if both legs should be done away with so that one has a better reason
why one should be spoonfed by god since the two good legs are of no
use because there are out there, genuine cases where god’s grace and
prop is truly needed~ where those in prosthesis seek god’s strength
to learn how to walk again with limbs that are tragically removed,
diseased or are simply not there since birth..
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man are like the little mahjong tiles scattered on god’s mahjong table.
on the four corners sat the leaders of each faith ~ shuffling, stacking,
aligning and configuring us as we lay prostrated, not knowing which
amongst the challengers is going to pick us up nor are we to know our
fate because when one challenger at a glance decides not to retain us in
his group, we would be dropped so fast~ disposed like a factory reject
onto that non partisan white square, our only consolation being that
one of the other three leaders will eventually picked us up to form a
group he so desires but, if so we were initially needed, then you and
I could be certain at that instance how that leader will always keep
watch over us throughout the game~ how he carefully rearranges us,
aligning us into neat stacks getting us ready for that one final show of
hand so, no worries gentlemen~ each time we ponder why some
people faith hop but still found hope and a brand new day like a little
block of mahjong tile as they got shuffled, stacked and pushed along
in their own little journey called faith!
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I have been accused of preaching utopianism (sigh!).. but aren’t every issue
we raise up and every thing we fight for pointing towards utopianism? When
we demonstrate for want of better laws and better governance, when we fight
against social rot and injustices and against environmental degradation/
wastage for the want of a cleaner, greener environment, when we fight for
better economic policies and elimination of corruption, for the want of civil
liberties, to reduce illiteracy and encourage organic farming, aren’t all these
actions taken for the sake of society leaning towards utopianism? Aren’t our
religious books a guide towards utopianism?
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