THE LIBRARY OF MUSIC, DANCES,
CULTURE
Welcome to the world of
THE PETALS OF MANY HEARTS
Every Sunshine Each Sunrise
Windows of Humanity
In a world of music and songs,
as we all hear the tender melodies of life.
Let it be like the gentle aurora
of every awakening dawn,
as each day unfolds.
As each sunrise beams, a welcome of inspiration.
Like the pouring rain,
Whose drops sparkle like diamonds and crystal gold,
to water this wonderful world.
May the world of melodies, be like,
'' A shepherd who protects and feeds the flocks."
As we sing the language of every heart.
As we whisper the sweetness within each soul.
As we utter a life in joy and a joy in life to let,
THE FULLNESS OF JOY OVERPOUR,
because in each and every many days:
" The earth is the LORD's and the fullness thereof,
the world
and they that dwell therein."
Come, let our hearts step to dance under,
ONE ROOF IN THE SKY,
to follow only the one and only,
SINGLE DRUMMER OF SONGS...
Our LORD, THY G O D.
Welcome!
ASCEND TO A HILL OF LOVE,
IN UNITY AND COMMUNION WITH ALL
THE CREATIONS IN THE UNIVERSE,
as we all sing many songs like,
A SWEET BALM THAT EXUDES FRAGRANCE,
in the leaves of hearts and lives.
TO BRING THE LINGERING ESSENCE OF,
PEACE AND LOVE,
as we all spend our journey in this world.
IN COMMUNION OF FAITH
IN THE CREATOR OF ALL,
OUR L O R D, THY G O D.
Crescenciana Cruz Ticzon-Bokhari
THE PETALS OF MANY HEARTS
Every Sunshine Each Sunrise
Windows of Humanity
JULY 19, 2006; IN THE YEAR OF THE L O R D
LOVE
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When A Soft Breeze Gently Touches
When a soft breeze gently touches,
it is The Hands of GOD.
We begin to see:
The beauty of the world,
The essence of peace,
The joy of sacrifice.
The triumph of goodness!
When a soft breeze gently touches,
it is The Heart of GOD.
HE puts us in an even tide of our life,
so we can rest from wandering.
In the seasons of our hearts,
HE gives strength, so we can face many storms!
HE lifts us, in an immortality of our dreams,
with HIM...as we abide in HIM.
As a soft breeze gently touches,
it is The Hands and The Heart of GOD.
An everlasting joy, an enduring pain,
and a longevity of a life lived for others:
As HE commanded us to be!
copyright@Crescenciana C. Ticzon-Bokhari
PHILIPPINES/USA
MORTALS MANSION
Poem by Painter, Poet: Sir W. Henry Eccleston
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THE HOLY SCRIPTURES
THE OLD TESTAMENT
GENESIS 1:26
And God said,
Let us make man in our image,
in the image of God created he him,
male and female created he them.
GENESIS 2:7
And the LORD God
formed man of the dust of the ground,
and breathed into his nostrils the breathe of life:
and man became a living soul.
VESSELS
Vessels with many shapes, sizes, colors, uses,
designed to be open, beautiful, strong;
formed and molded carefully for receiving and giving;
gifted by the maker
with varied qualities for special purposes;
precious, unique, breakable, reparable,
made new again only by
the maker’s hand.
Celebrate each day with Messianic confidence,
as one being molded by the hand of God.
copyright@ Mary Joyce Boehm Athey
1996,USA
TERTULLIAN
Quintus Septimus Florens Tertullianus
An ancient philosopher, Roman theologian, historian
He was born from pagan parents,
became Christian, sometime in
A.D. 197
He lived and was born in
CARTHAGE
[TUNISIA]
" Man is one name
belonging to every nation upon
earth.
In them is
one soul
through many tongues.
Every country
has its own language
yet the subject of which
the untutored soul
speaks
are the same everywhere."
" He who lives
only to benefit himself
confers to the world
a benefit
when he dies."
VOLTAIRE
[1694-1778]
Francoise Marie Arouet
A French philosopher of
The Middle Ages
" It is to him who understands
the universe,
not to those who disfigure it,
that we owe our reverence."
'Til We Meet Over There
When I come to the end of my long, winding path,
May I accept with grace the path that GOD hath.
Be it long or short, tranquil or peaceless,
May I accept it with His grace ever ceaseless.
When my eyes grow dim and I can't see my way,
may I grasp with grace, GOD's hand each day.
He was always there when my eyes were bright,
'tho sometimes I looked away and walked by sight.
When my feet no longer this earth can tread,
May I fallow with grace, GOD's way ahead.
Sometimes on my own, my feet went astray,
but He was always there to clear the way.
When my feeble voice no longer can sing,
nor words of love to you can bring,
listen to GOD's voice...He whispers low.
Don't run away - just listen go slow.
When my nimble hands are stiff and still,
no longer my fingers those ' ivories' can trill,
Remember the music so much of me a part
still lives on within, deep in my heart.
When my ears find it hard to listen, or hear
strains of old hymns I held so dear,
in my memory they're deeply instilled.
Time after time lonely hours they filled.
When my mind no longer is able to reason,
may I accept GOD's mind, in His season.
When my fleeting and my final breath draws near
may I smile and go, knowing no fear.
To you to whom I've said, ''Goodbye''
please enjoy singing '' In The Sweet Bye and Bye.''
Remember the lessons I was sent here to teach:
Best of all: ''GOD loves you and died for each.''
Remember the tears and joys we shared,
through it all our Heavenly Father cared.
Someday we'll meet on that Golden Shore.
'Till then, GOD bless you and keep you forevermore.
copyright@Janet Gladys Gosney, USA
International Photographer, Charles Pfeil
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" Remember
that
when you leave this earth,
you take with you nothing
that you have received-
only what you had given:
a full heart enriched by
honest service,
love, sacrifice and
courage."
Saint Francis of Assissi
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