Monday, April 1, 2019

HIS PRESENCE - by Alora M. Knight

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by  Alora M. Knight

A friend of mine once asked me
Just how could I believe
In someone I never saw,
Nor spoken words received.

I thought, perhaps, I should explain
Just why I have no doubt
That it was God's creativeness
That brought this world about.

I only have to look around
To know that He is there.
I see and feel and hear Him.
That's why I'm so aware.

I see Him in the raindrops
That nourish trees and flowers.
I see Him in the rainbows
That sometimes follow showers.

I see Him in a mother's love
When looking at her child.
So thankful that this miracle
Is pure and undefiled.

I see Him in the wrinkled face
That's seen so many years,
Knowing it was faith in Him
That overcame all fears.

I hear Him when a meadowlark
Trills out its joyful song.
I hear Him when the thunder
Comes forth so loud and strong.

I see the beauty of Him
In the butterflies on wing.
The feathers of the peacock
Are the colors He can bring.

I feel Him when a playful breeze
Blows gently through my hair.
When the sun shines warmly on my face,
I know that He is there.

His strength shows in the mountains
And the ever pounding seas.
A kitten's purred affection
Shows how gentle love can be.

It's true I have no pictures
To hang upon my wall.
I do not need a portrait,
His presence to recall.

For those who wish to listen,
It is played throughout the land.
The symphony of life itself,
Directed by His hand.

Sunday, March 31, 2019

THE SIMPLEST THINGS - by Lauren Eise Combs


by  Lauren Eise Combs

It's the simplest things
That make life worthwhile,
Sunlight on water
A baby's smile.

A robin's bright song
At the start of the day,
The sweet, clean aroma
Of freshly mown hay.

A breeze in the tree tops
That whispers and sighs,
Cold, brilliant starlight
In dark winter skies.

Crisp apple cider
On an October morn,
A mourning dove's call
Sad and forlorn.

Rain gently falling
On dry thirsty land,
A friend who will listen
And then understand.

A soft sandy beach
Stretching mile after mile,
It's the simplest things
That make life worthwhile.

WHEN I'M WITH YOU - by Chris Engle



by Chris Engle

When I'm with you,
eternity is a step away,
my love continues to grow,
with each passing day.

This treasure of love,
I cherish within my soul,
how much I love you...
you'll never really know.

You bring a joy to my heart,
I've never felt before,
with each touch of your hand,
I love you more and more.

Whenever we say goodbye,
whenever we part,
know I hold you dearly,
deep inside my heart.

So these seven words,
I pray you hold true,
"Forever And Always,
I Will Love You."

Thursday, March 28, 2019

A LAKE - by Tian Yuan - Japan


by  Tian Yuan - Japan

If we don’t think it surface stagnation
ripples will form gently on the lake
and also wind will blow through the jungle and set water grasses 
undulating on the lake bottom.
If we don’t think it a trap
the mountain’s image will rise up from within the lake
and tree leaves in the water will turn greener and greener.

If we don’t presume it cruel
the drowned child will surface.
The spread net will not fail.
If we don’t presume it thick ice
the dream of skating on it will be frustrated, rolling along 
will be impossible
and the long beaks of the herons 
will be unable to break up the buildings’ reflections.

If we don’t regard it as a copper mirror
a lot of rubbish on the moon - however much - will be cleaned up
and the sunken ships on the lake bottom will become fishes’ tents.
If we don’t regard it as a blind pupil
it will become a bright eye even on the darkest night
and a face, no matter how ugly, will be clearly reflected.

A lake is but an expanse of water.
Why do we attribute to it
so many “what-ifs” ?


In many countries there are long traditions of creating
tapestries and embroidered paintings, but Arun Kumar (Arun Kumar Bajaj) from India became the first person to create embroidery on an ordinary sewing machine.

I just can not believe that they are made in this way.
The level of detail is so high that they have embroidered
similar to hyper-realistic paintings.

“I have been writing on a typewriter for 23 years, 
from 12 years old,” told Indian artist to
journalists . - My father is a tailor died early, so 
I had to leave school to do his work.
But I was able to combine these two arts. ”

Arun Kumar, popularly known as the “needle man”, wants to
the whole world recognized him and his work. 
Dreams of getting into the  Guinness Book of Records
 and its unique paintings make India a proud nation.

“There is no room for error in my work: if the seam falls on the fabric, it can no longer be removed. I usually do not do embroidery in several layers, so it looks neater. "

One of the most impressive works of Needle Man was
impressive embroidered canvas depicting Krishna.

To create this work the size of 183 by 122 cm from the artist
It took 3 years and about 2840 kilometers of lines.

Well, someone is glorified with brushes and paints,
and Arun Kumar creates masterpieces with the help of a sewing machine. Now, thanks to his unique technique, he gradually
gaining fame throughout the world.

Incomprehensible mastery!
You can watch for hours ...

Arun Kumar continues to be engaged in sewing business at the Adalat bazaar in the city of Patiala in northern India, but also
devotes a lot of time to art.

The work of an unusual artist, as well as small videos,
can be seen on his Facebook page .
By the way, Arun Kumar takes orders, so for a modest fee
You can get a unique work on your photo.