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Here, this smudge of blood,
Of a tender boy of eleven,
Soaked thru the tarmac,
Yet to be dried, still wet and warm!
My son aged three fell in the nettle bed.
'Bed' seemed a curious name for those green spears,
That regiment of spite behind the shed:
It was no place for rest. With sobs and tears
A father sees his son nearing manhood.
What shall he tell that son?
'Life is hard; be steel; be a rock.'
And this might stand him for the storms
WHO rides there so late through the night dark and drear?
The father it is, with his infant so dear;
He holdeth the boy tightly clasp'd in his arm,
My son, I can see so many good things in you
And here I am really honest and true.
My son, I love it when your caring heart opens wide
When I had a headache you came and sat by my side
she's young, she said,
but look at me,
I have pretty ankles,
and look at my wrists, I have pretty
January 1912, Mzansi brought forth a child
In a harsh political climate
Destined to free her people
Bound to cruel Fate
In the ancient days, when the first quiver of speech came to my lips, I ascended the holy mountain and spoke unto God,
Love is sharper than stones or sticks;
Lone as the sea, and deeper blue;
Loud in the night as a clock that ticks;
Longer-lived than the Wandering Jew.
We all must bring our
Racism to end.
A message to all, I long to send.
The colors of the world,
Il a mis le café
Dans la tasse
Il a mis le lait
Dans la tasse de café
In sealed box cars travel
names across the land,
and how far they will travel so,
and will they ever get out,
Beauty and Beauty's son and rosemary -
Venus and Love, her son, to speak plainly -
born of the sea supposedly,
at Christmas each, in company,
Delivered from darkness
A great lover of the light
Rising extremely early
working with all my might
"Son," said my mother,
When I was knee-high,
"you've need of clothes to cover you,
and not a rag have I.
My son places his paint box in front of me
and asks me to draw a bird for him.
Into the color gray I dip the brush
and draw a square with locks and bars.
Love's the boy stood on the burning deck
trying to recite `The boy stood on
the burning deck.' Love's the son
stood stammering elocution
Who played with a Loaded Gun, and, on missing his Sister was reprimanded by his Father.
Young Algernon, the Doctor's Son,
Was playing with a Loaded Gun.
So Abram rose, and clave the wood, and went,
And took the fire with him, and a knife.
And as they sojourned both of them together,
Isaac the first-born spake and said, My Father,
My son isn't a racist because of me
My son isn't a bigot because of me,
My son knows that's his race makes him no better than you or me.
I Am The Son Of God
I am the son of God,
Not the only son of God,
A for apple, B for ball, C for Cat-Building up a story with these three alphabets seems more challenging to me than what my little son faced when he was learning the alphabets.Twenty four years have passed since my son then a boy of three years started learning ABCs and counting 1,2,3, —-.Now he has grown enough to start a family for his own and may be teaching his son or daughter ABC within three or four years.Time flies so fast.
The little events associated with my children's growing up stages are etched in my memory. One such incident comes to my mind.My son was only three years then.He loved eating fish.But fish was not available always as we had to depend on the fish vendors. One day my husband purchased one kg fish from the market and handed me with the instruction to cook it nicely for his son before he left for his office.I was cleaning the fish and cutting it into pieces while my son watched.My son was shouting with joy and making unending queries about the fish.Just to stop him I said'Shh—'
'Why Mama? '
'Because the cat may hear.'
Soon after the disappearance of Jesus from Earth, there was a definite and widening divergence between the followers of Jesus and the Pauline Church which was later to become the Roman Catholic Church. As the Pauline Church grew more established it became more hostile towards the followers of Jesus. It aligned itself more and more with the rulers of Roman Empire. and the persecution which to begin with had been directed at all who called themselves Christians now began to fall mainly on those who affirmed the divine unity. Attempts began to be made to change their beliefs and forcefully to remove those who refused to do so.together with the books their used. Naturally those who deviated from the teachings of Jesus were prepared to change the Scriptures and even introduce false writings in order to support their opinions. John Toland a famous historian in his book 'The Nazarenes' records these words of Iranius.who was one of the early martyrs of the Unitarians
' in order to amaze the simple and such as the ignorant of the Scriptures of this truth, they obtrude upon them and Inexpressible multitude of Apocryphal and spurious scriptures of their own devising Toland continues ' we already know to what degree imposture and credulity went hand in hand in the primitive time of the Christian Church, the last being as ready to receive as the first to forge books. The evil grew afterwards not only greater when the monks were the sole transcribers and sole keepers of all books good or bad but in the process of time it became almost absolutely impossible to distinguish history from fable or truth from error as to the beginning and original monuments of Christianity. How immediate successors of the Apostles could so grossly confound the genuine teachings of their masters which such as were falsely attributed to them or since they were in the dark about these matters so early, how came such as followed them by a better light and observing that such apocryphal books put upon the same footing with the canonical books by the fathers and the first cited as the Divine scriptures no less than the last or some books which such as we reckon divine were disallowed by them I propose these two other questions Why all the books cited as genuine by Clement of Alexander, Origen, Tertullian and the rest of such writers should not be accounted equally authentic? and what stress should be laid on the testimony of those fathers who not only contradict one another but are also often inconsistent with themselves in their relation of the very same facts.
Is Jesus God?
A logical and comprehensive method to unleash the truth
No father's seed
No mother's womb
a miracle beyond compare- -
Yet Jesus they say is the son of God
Today in my life I experience quiet, calm and serenity, the silence of peace. I am free, surrounded by NO rings, no telephone ring, no doorbell ring, no ring around the collar, no ring around the rosey, no ear ring, no freedom ring, no wedding ring.
At 2am or 4pm, no matter whenever, I am free to enjoy the Son that shines so brightly in my heart, in my life. The brightness that shines through me is what I call natural light. It is the Son light that lights my soul. When it is darkness everywhere else, I am filled with God's glow, His Son light and His Son shine.
In my times of trouble,
In my times of grief.
There is only One Way,
I know I'll find relief.
அதிகாரம் 7 - மக்கள் சிறப்பு
CHAPTER 7 - CHILDREN'S IMPORTANCE
You've taken my very own scarlet blood O! heavenly son; so its irrefutably natural and nothing great; that you're exactly my astoundingly pristine and timelessly priceless; duplicate,
You've taken my very own venerated milk O! beautiful son; so its irrefutably natural and nothing great; that you're exactly my bountifully blossoming and unabashedly impeccable; duplicate,
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