Sunday, December 31, 2006

Saturday, December 30, 2006

Best wishes for 2007


Join me in a toast for a beautiful and peaceful 2007!
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Friends

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Thursday, December 28, 2006

Wednesday, December 27, 2006

Hope

 
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Remebering 2004


Its the second anniversary of the Tsunami. May all those who were taken away rest in peace.
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Sunday, December 24, 2006

Beauty among the thorns

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Yesterday's dream

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Riches

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World on my shoulders

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SHE IS BACK!!!!!!!!!!!

 
She is back! Many thanks for all your kind thoughts and prayers... Life is back to normal again :) Posted by Picasa

Friday, December 22, 2006

Missing

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She is missing since yesterday afternoon. Please please pray for her safe return...

Wednesday, December 20, 2006

Emptiness

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Peers

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Back in town

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Sunday, December 17, 2006

Unexpected

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Lead me to emptiness

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Tuesday, October 24, 2006


 
The Cold Within

Six humans trapped by happenstance
in black and bitter cold
Each possessed a stick of wood,
Or so the story's told.

Their dying fire in need of logs,
the first woman held hers back
For on the faces around the fire
She noticed one was black.

The next man looking 'cross the way
Saw one not of his church
And couldn't bring himself to give
The fire his stick of birch.

The third one sat in tattered clothes
He gave his coat a hitch,
Why should his log be put to use
To warm the idle rich?

The rich man just sat back and thought
Of the wealth he had in store,
And how to keep what he had earned
From the lazy, shiftless poor.

The black man's face bespoke revenge
As the fire passed from his sight,
For all he saw in his stick of wood
Was a chance to spite the white.

And the last man of this forlorn group
Did naught except for gain,
Giving only to those who gave
Was how he played the game.

The logs held tight in death's stilled hands
Was proof of human sin,
They didn't die from the cold without,
They died from the cold within.

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