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Sacred Silence – Good Friday Reflections
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On solemn shores of time’s unbroken tide,
Where shadows lengthen, and sorrows abide,
We gather in reverence, hearts bowed low,
To ponder the depths of a sacred woe.
Good Friday dawns with a somber hue,
A day of remembrance, tried and true,
Where echoes of agony pierce the air,
And love’s sacrifice, beyond compare.
In churches solemn, candles flicker,
As prayers ascend, hearts grow thicker,
With the weight of sorrow, the burden borne,
On this day of days, the world was torn.
In the hush of the sanctuary’s embrace,
We trace the lines of redeeming grace,
The cross, the symbol, stark and plain,
Where love and mercy forever reign.
Through hymns and readings, the story told,
Of betrayal, anguish, of hearts grown cold,
Yet in the midst of darkness, a glimmering light,
A promise of hope, shining bright.
For Good Friday’s tale is not one of despair,
But of redemption’s triumph, beyond compare,
In the depth of suffering, love was revealed,
A love unbounded, unconcealed.
So let us gather, in this sacred space,
To contemplate the mystery, embrace,
The silence speaks, the cross proclaims,
On Good Friday, love’s eternal flames.
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Thakur Ramkrishna and Jessus Christ
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This story is based on “Parampurush Shree Ramkrishna” of Shree Achinta Kumar Sen Gupta.
In Jadu Mallick’s haven, one fleeting day,
Thakur Ramakrishna sat, stories held in sway,
Conversing with Jadu, his gaze then caught,
A picture framed, a scene that deeply wrought.
A mother’s tender arms, a child divine,
In her embrace, a sacred glow did shine,
The mother’s eyes held depths of boundless love,
While on the child’s face, innocence did rove.
“Who are they?” Thakur Ramakrishna inquired with grace,
“A lady and her son,” the answer in its place,
His eyes held steady, fixed on this display,
A luminous child in a serene array.
“Mary and Jesus,” the truth did unfold,
A vision ancient, a story untold,
Yashoda and Bal Gopal he remembered,
In the scene, a mystical essence found.
Later, in quest of more, Thakur Ramakrishna sought,
To Shambhu Mallik’s dwelling, his steps were brought,
Seeking tales of Jesus and his pure light,
The Bible’s verses, in his mind took flight.
Days moved on, and in an unexpected flow,
Thakur Ramakrishna’s path took an unfamiliar glow,
Within Jadu’s abode, an uncharted scheme,
Where Thakur Ramakrishna found an ethereal gleam.
“Mother, what are you showing?” His soul did cry,
The image alive, painting the sky,
A divine aura, a heavenly play,
Enveloped in grace, in that moment’s stay.
“Radiant child, your mother exudes grace,”
Words echoing divinity, in that sacred space,
Towards Shambhu Mallik, his yearning led,
The Bible’s wisdom, through his heart spread.
A mind now filled with revelations grand,
Thakur Ramakrishna journeyed to understand,
In a Christian home, for days he stayed,
Exploring the depths where faiths cascade.
One day, a revelation unfurled its might,
A figure appeared, radiant and bright,
Not a foreigner, but a presence pure,
A divine man, an essence to allure.
“Are you that supreme? Are you Christ divine?
Are you Krishna, in the tamal’s vine?”
In their embrace, they merged as one,
Dissolving into the cosmos, all was done.
“Everyone reads the Bible,” he spoke aloud,
But Jesus’s description, he found unbowed,
“No mention of his look,” the devotees claimed,
Yet visions through his mind had streamed.
His watch, they said, ticked in perfect line,
Yet, in divine’s time, a uniqueness did shine,
No match for the gaze, no sight aligned,
Only the truth in his heart enshrined.
A mingled tale of faiths, a blend so rare,
A pilgrimage through visions beyond compare,
Thakur Ramakrishna’s journey, a glimpse untamed,
In realms where souls and divinity merged.
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Joyous Echoes of Yuletide Delight
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In the hush of winter night, a tale unfolds,
Where stars alight, and mirth beholds,
A tale of wonder, of love’s sweet embrace,
As Christmas comes with its enchanting grace.
Amidst the frost, in a world adorned,
Whispers of joy, in every heart told,
From homes a glow with twinkling light,
To streets adorned in festive might.
The evergreens don their festive best,
With loughs, ribbons, and dreams abreast,
Their fragrant boughs, a haven’s sight,
Embracing all in the gentle night.
Children’s laughter, like jingle bells,
Echoes through lanes and secret wells,
Their eyes alight with sheer delight,
As anticipation takes its flight.
Fireside tales in a cozy nook,
Spin yarns of Santa and his book,
Of reindeer flights across the sky,
Where dreams take flight and spirits fly.
The kitchen hums with a joyful din,
As aromas weave and stories begin,
Of recipes passed through ages long,
Infusing each heart with a cherished song.
Families gather, hearts entwine,
In the glow of love, a bond divine,
Sharing moments, both old and new,
Crafting memories, pure and true.
Church bells chime, a melodious ring,
A chorus of hope, as angels sing,
Hymns of peace and goodwill to men,
Resound through valleys and glens.
Charity’s hand extends its reach,
To those in need, with love to teach,
Blankets of kindness, warmth untold,
Embracing souls in the bitter cold.
Amidst the gifts and merry cheer,
Lies the essence of this time of year,
A celebration of love’s purest form,
A beacon of hope, through calm and storm.
So, as the stars gleam in the night,
And the moon casts its silvery light,
Let’s raise our voices, hearts aglow,
In celebration of this festive show.
For Christmas, with its wondrous art,
Unfolds the love in every heart,
May its spirit linger, ever bright,
Guiding us through each wondrous night.
