I recently came across this reflective poem by “Unknown Author” Curious, I googled and found it is attributed to Martha Snell Nicholson. who has written many beautiful poems on Christ and salvation. Sharing this one which is my prayer too.
Fairest of lands
Graced with azure skies and tranquil seas – Rolling hills and green gold – tea.
Leopard, elephant, whales blue – fauna of every hue;
Tainted now with shades of red, where innocent blood was shed.
Pearl of the Indian Ocean, you were just beginning to raise your head
after the civil war drained you of your very life
with bullets and bombs filled with lead
over foolish egoist ethnic strife.
Pearl of the Indian Ocean, you were just beginning to raise your head,
to shine to glow to beckon –
“2019 Destination” Lonely Planet said.
with rave reviews from far and wide, well deserved oh Land of mine –
for peace brought out the best of you, paradise isle by God’s design.
And one cruel morn was all it took to dash our hopes and smite our hearts;
8.45 am one sacred Easter morn our very souls were torn apart
For with vicious taint unknown in a land that had seen it all –
Evil exploded heinous bombs for my Christian brothers and neighbours to fall,
In pools of blood, their breaths stilled, or breathing still with loss of limb.
The dead, the wounded intermingled
Along with the blood of the perpetrator.
Sacred space profaned as you entered to test the faith.
Grieving souls, holding on, letting go.
What were your thoughts I wonder as you tousled the head of the little girl?
Humanity unwittingly slipped through your zombie like action
that left destruction in your wake
as you pursued your brainwashed ideology.
A nation mourns for we have lost our children
and once again we have lost
Our innocence, our peace, our hopes and dreams
I cry for you Sri Lanka. Do you cry with me ??
I pray for you Sri Lanka, that you may overcome;
that you will meet hate with love and understanding
to turn back the tide of evil snatching our youth and our lives;
I pray for you Sri Lanka, that you will not again
traverse the road we travelled before.
and that our children may continue to dream, and hope, and build.
I pray for you Sri Lanka, that we will “fight to maintain the peace”
if there be such an expression ….
Fight within our inner beings to rise above judgement
of the misguided youth who let zeal overthrow love.
I pray for you Sri Lanka, that you guard your children well
so they will not stray into the folds of evil ones –
but will choose good over evil, peace over war and love above hate.
If this too be your prayer, will you pray with me Sri Lanka?
We are shattered, numb with shock. The spectre of hate and war has raised its head again in my land and on this holy of holy days. Easter Sunday, when thousands were gathered in churches to worship the Risen Lord, bombs exploded in three of the most visited Shrines – and in three hotels celebrating Easter brunch.
The death toll in the first 3 hours has risen to 180 and hundreds more injured.
The day started off as a day of peace and promise as we had a simple traditional meal Continue reading
Funny I did not realise my Creator could be talking to me through FB😱 that is one hell of a thought… or one heaven of a thought😍 ….but when you think about it … why not? Here’s how it happened.
Only yesterday I looked at my Cherry blossom tree which is just bursting into flower and asked God “Please, can you let me keep this tree without it toppling over. I know it seems foolhardy, but I really love these flowers. So , should I cut it or trust you to hold it up for me? I can trim it a bit more maybe …? ” and I left my conversation open ended. I thought that I would have to take a decision soon.
I should explain that the tree next to it – an older and much more solid Ficus of double the girth – came crashing down in heavy rains in November 2017. We usually park our cars beneath them, but that evening a guardian angel nudged my brother to step out in the down-pour and move both cars further up the road to where there were no trees. He had hardly returned when he heard a prolonged creaking sound … and whilst he watched, the Ficus slowly and carefully pulled away from its roots and fell right across the road.
Writing this I realise, why oh why did I not see before that the tree, guided by its Creator, was gently untangling its roots to keep the boundary wall (which was just one foot away) intact? We all said it was a miracle but the more I think of it the more it astounds me. You will see from the pictures below how close the tree was to the boundary wall and the house- and how huge!! And yet it fell without even an inch of damage!!
And the connection between God and FB ?
Well after I whispered the prayer for my tree yesterday, FB reminds me today about a post written three years ago to the very day : – a post I had totally forgotten about titled Earth’s crammed with heaven and referring to – you guessed it – my Cherry Blossom tree.
And what is so uncanny is that FB never EVER has reminded me of posts on my WordPress blog, but “chose” to remind me of this less than 24 hours after my whispered my prayer/question to God.
I had trimmed the branches when brother Ficus came down as ‘Sherry’ was more exposed to heavy gusts but was still not sure if to take her down completely ?
So through FB’s reminder – incredible as it sounds – I believe God was reminding me that Sherry had been saved before and I should not worry. I believe I can now keep her around some more to give glory to her Maker with the most beautiful and fragile of flowers that makes your heart sing.
Indeed as Elizabeth Barrett Browning wrote .. “Earth’s is crammed with heaven and every common bush afire with God.”