Monday 1 October 2012

NISAN

NISAN
On nisan is red it
Writing with your name clearly, mother
Under a tombstone that is
You're lying in bed panjangmu.
And if the kurindu
Not to mention I'm able to face to face
Just headstones engraved your name that
Which can be found later.
In a string of prayer is always kupanjatkan
Semogalah the Lord opened the doors of heaven buatmu
And there were the
Someday we will meet, mother.

As signs and as a reminder of the dipasanglah above the tomb of Holy Mother of nisan. Red color selected by the father, that is seen clearly. And on gravestones written clearly the name of the mother and the death.
Each time the grave of mother, I always disadarkan that there were would I is. I am not an immortal can die. And death is the one thing that will definitely be kuhadapi although some when. Every time you remember it all, I'm back on the realization that too many sins, while the virtues yet how.
Man was made from the dust of the Earth, then the man would return to dust as well.
(7) when the Lord God formed man of the dust of the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul (Gen. 2: 7). That's the realization that always I found every time I pay a visit to the tomb of the Virgin. It's a realization that during kuabaikan. Especially when I remember when your Mother back at him. It's like being ordered by him that nobody knows when the time comes. (44) Consequently, also be ready, for the son of man is coming at a time when you did not expect. " (Matthew 24: 44).
That day the mother still do activities as usual. Even after a shower in the afternoon and was about to get dressed when the call of God began to be felt. And it all went by so fast. In just one night, they all end up like his will. Mother come home meet his call.

THE TRAGEDY OF THE ROSES

THE TRAGEDY OF THE ROSES

Fragrant roses spilling
From the kembangmu shell
Highlight the coolness in the low tones of love
Entwined in the flower garden

Haru biru and goes wild passions
Is a song of love in the twilight
Roses bloom fall
In the love and satisfaction of lust time

Duri-durimu still arrogantly
The arrogance that all
Behind the fragility of your love
In an instant, the bloom wither and fall to be ejected

Although the fragrance harummu
Got to decorate the recesses of my heart
Ran aground and disperse
Hit by severe winds of twilight which is a little naughty and wanton
Your life destiny fate tumbling
In the arms of a geographical dust.


Everything looks beautiful or lovely would not necessarily bring good luck and happiness. Like a sprig of flowers blooming red roses, she was so beautiful and enchanting. But if we are not careful we will pluck them out, we can hand impaled spikes. And the beauty of the Roses also reminds us that there are no eternal things. Soon, rose petals were tumbling, especially when touched hands or blown by the wind.
The glittering world often only an artificial happiness. When we are not power restraint, instead we are utilizing or "enslave" all possessions, yet wrong-wrong we are the diperbudaknya.
James in one of his letters (5: 1-6) has reminded us: "so now ye rich men, weep and howl for the miserable that will befall you! Kekayaanmu is already rotten, and your garments have been eaten a moth! Gold and silver have rusted, and their rust will be a testimony against you and will eat your flesh like fire. We have compiled a treasure on the days that are over. Indeed sounds big whoop, because ye have lifetimes of wage labourers who have reaped results, and you've got to the ears of the Lord of hosts, their complaints are menyabit panenmu. Ye have lived in luxury and dissipate on Earth, you have to satisfy your heart just like in the days of slaughter. You have to punish, even killing people is right and he can not fight you.
The enjoyment of worldly possessions such as the beauty of a rose. Behind its beauty, saved the sharp thorns but also the fragility of flower petals. Thus the enjoyment of property, have meninabobokkan us to sometimes we forget ourselves. Any ways, all the resources, and we use every effort to accumulate wealth and riches. Until we forget that what we do has to be accounted for later.
Perhaps before humans we can escape from all liability, but before him, what can we do? All the gold, all silver will testify on us on how the way we acquire it. And his testimony was not false witness!
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TRAGEDI BUNGA MAWAR