Tuesday, December 27, 2005

3. The ritual of Dice

The ritual of Dice

I started to write this ritual for sometime now. I found myself writing about God, and could not complete. What to write about Him, except that He is out there waiting for us to ask Him in.

Oh my love how did I do this… to write about God not about you… your love… our desire of flesh and soul…

Every time when I touch your soul … your heart beats faster… it is only the beginning of a ritual that can not stop… will your heart stand my ritual till it finishes…

Do you think some where in time there was the Book that has our destinies written in it… my love… how can this moment be in a Book, no words that people know would be able to write about one second we have …

Look around and tell me … can all this beauty be made by coincidence…
Can He really leave it up to disturbed atoms to form this beauty…
Look deep inside my soul and define a soul
Look around and tell me what is a body without a soul…

Our paths … what are they…

Can you imagine me without my words and freedom to say them the minute I feel … damn me if I can not…

He touched my heart and told me Ask and you shall be given.. knock and the door will open… read His lips… hear His words… let Him touch your soul…

One night I chose a door, I knew it was my desire that was driving me… that night He cried…

One night I chose the other door… that night He smiled…

So my love, my free love, my tender word… my candle … He set us free to find Him

A choice…choices…that’s we see … there you can read His words… listen … and believe… He wants you to be a God to reign with Him…

Every morning I ask this question… what did Lord created first: was it Love… Beauty… man … what… He replies with a little miracle…

Every moment is adding to my belief that He wants me to share this… I only ask Him how … where to start…

Do you believe in freedom… if a man can give freedom to a free man, what would God give us…

Do you imagine you were created to follow a path that He made for you…

God does not throw dice… neither do men ...
Tell me Master … for I do not know
Blame for being weak…

So if God does not throw dice
And beings take their own decisions
And their life is about the decisions they make

What about “Thy Will”

Well.

What about Coincidences

He gives us love
He shares with us the beauty
He gives us security
And if we really believe in Him, we will get miracles…

He is there…
You have to invite Him…
He stands there waiting to be called…
Have you ever been waiting for someone you love to ask you to come in…
If you believe in this …then you will fulfill His wish
His wish to share His creation…

Open your heart and mind to the words of truth…
Listen carefully to your heart
To the sky when it is raining
Or when a sudden sunshine appears between the clouds

Have you ever wonder what would the Creator of Love be like?
Have you let Him touch your heart?
Have you let love touch your deepest parts of your soul?
Have you even let tears wash away the dirt that selfishness left?
Or scars left when you last lied to a little child…
He created tear and put it on a woman’s face

Coincidences… they are just other people choices which made our paths cross each other and meet…

Thursday, December 22, 2005

2. The Ritual of a Silver Ring

The Ritual of a Silver Ring

Once upon a time…a young girl found a little silver ring, she put it on and lived happily ever after… till she was eighteen or so… the ring was moving from one finger to another, and ended up in a small box, because her little fingers were not little anymore, and she had a very nice ring that her only love in her life gave her as a symbol of his endless love and wish to marry her…

Few days before her wedding she was cleaning up her jewelry box, she found the little ring again ,,,and it did not fit her finger anymore. That moment reminded her on how much she loved that ring… so she setup her mind to go to her friend and ask him to do an exact replica of the ring… but at a size that can fit her fingers… and she promised that she will keep it next to her wedding ring…

The silversmith was a dear friend to her and he always wanted to make her happy… she urged him to make it ready before the wedding so she can wear it on that day… that request made him so happy, he spent the whole night making it, till it became a master piece, that he himself fell in love with that ring, and he was the happiest silversmith on earth because his best friend will wear it on her wedding night…

Next day she goes to see the ring…

She and he exchanged glances and looks that no words in the world can say…

He asks her then to stay till he finishes with his customers, because he wanted to see the ring in her finger… so she sat down and started to drink the cup of coffee that he offered her…

One of the customers approached her and told her: “women in my country insist on having gold as ring or neckels… name it… but we men we are not suppose to wear gold even our weeding ring is silver… it is the custom that gold is too much luxury for a man. So am wondering if this wonderful silver ring is for your to-be husband…”

She looked at him and said, “no it will be for our future daughter or son. I will make sure to tell them the dreams I had when that little ring was moving from one finger to another”.

The she told him; “in my country cherishing everything in life is our saving for future”.

Then a young nun approached her and told her; “unfortunately, we are not allowed to wear such silver ring. They gave me this plane ring to wear when I started at the convent, it is so big now, that I need to fix it before the ceremony in which I declare my vows… it is already slipping out of my left finger… I wish they allow us to wear such nice rings…. I think Jesus deserves better rings”.

She looked at her and said “I envy you for your devotion… God looks at your devotion and prayers for those who are in agony. Your devoted heart to the needed will make your tears of true love more value than any diamonds …”

Then the nun looked at her with tear in her eyes, “please pray for me … for I have a long path to walk…”

Then there was a marine biologist just jumped into the conversation, and said…”someone noticed that dolphins create silver rings made of air bubble under water, and I can assure you that it is a beauty beyond any description…”, then he continued “and nobody knows why dolphins would do that…”

Everybody looked at him, then the silversmith said…”My friend I just heard more unspoken words than a book of 5000 pages can hold…”

Done`