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Last week on Sunday afternoon in Denver, it started out sunny like usual when all of the sudden our weather drastically changed from sunny to gloomy and it started to rain and then hail only seconds later. It sounded like we were really in for a typical early June hailstorm but strangely more sudden than any early hailstorm I have in memory. I was concerned about our grape vines and so Mom and I started praying for it not to hail. We kept praying until it quit about four or five minutes later. A little later on when my Mom decided to have a seat and watch the Tony Awards there was a weather newscast that five different tornados touched down just outside Denver and were making their way into Denver. Later on, they talked about the devastation in the outer lying areas but they never did say why everyone of the five tornados suddenly decided to head east and skip Denver. Guess we’ll never know, huh ?
There are times when all you can do is just stand back in awe….
The vault of heaven, full of soft, shining stars, stretched vast and fathomless above him.
The Milky Way ran in two pale streams from the zenith to the horizon…
The silence of the earth seemed to melt into the silence of the heavens,
The mystery of the earth was one with the mystery of the stars…
Alyosha stood, gazed and suddenly threw himself down on the earth.
He did not know why he embraced it… but he kissed it weeping,
sobbing and watering it with his tears,
And vowed passionately to love it, to love it forever and ever.
” Water the earth with tears of joy and love those tears,” echoed in his soul.
Oh! in his rapture he was weeping even over those stars,
which were shining to him from the abyss of space,
and “he was not ashamed of that ecstasy.”
There seemed to be threads from all those innumerable worlds of God,
linking his soul to them,
and it was trembling all over in contact with other worlds.”
He longed to forgive everyone for everything, and to beg forgiveness.
Oh, not for himself, but for all men, for all and for everything.
“And others are praying for me, too,” echoed again in his soul.
But with every instant, he felt clearly and, as it were, tangibly,
that something firm and unshakeable as that vault of heaven had entered into his soul.
It was as though some idea had seized the sovereignty of his mind-
and it was for all his life and forever and ever.
He had fallen on the earth a weak boy, but he rose up a resolute champion,
and he knew and felt it suddenly at the moment of his ecstasy.
And never, never, all his life long, could Alyosha forget that minute.
from “The Brothers Karamozov”