The son of Mary, Jesus, hurries up a slope
as though a wild animal were chasing him.
Someone following him asks, “Where are you going?
No one is after you.” Jesus keeps on,
saying nothing, across two more fields, “Are you
the one who says words over a dead person,
so that he wakes up?” I am. “Did you not make
the clay birds fly?” Yes. “Who then
could possibly make you run like this?”
Jesus slows his pace.
I say the Great Name over the deaf and the blind,
they are healed. Over a stony mountainside,
and it tears its mantle down to the navel.
Over non-existence, it comes into existence.
But when I speak lovingly for hours, for days,
with those who take human warmth
and mock it, when I say the Name to them, nothing
happens. They remain rock, or turn to sand,
where no plants can grow. Other diseases are ways
for mercy to enter, but this non-responding
breeds violence and coldness towards God.
I am fleeing from that.
As little by little air steals water, so praise
dries up and evaporates with foolish people
who refuse to change. Like cold stone you it on
a cynic steals body heat. He doesn’t feel the sun.
(Jesus was not actually running away from people.
He was teaching in new way)
Coleman Barks translation
Damascus, SANA-The state’s care for the orphans in Syria is increasing. This was illustrated by the First Lady’s visit to two orphan care centers in Damascus.
Mrs. Asmaa al-Assad on Thursday visited Dar al-Aman and St. Gregory Orthodox Society for the Elderly and Orphans, two orphan care centers in Damascus, touring the newly-established classes in Dar al-Aman.
Mrs. Al-Assad was briefed on the conditions of the orphans and the efforts to help them become proactive citizens.
“Caring for the orphans is an ethical and humanitarian obligation in the normal course of things. Much more so under these extraordinary circumstances,” Mrs. Al-Assad said.
Meanwhile in St. Gregory Orthodox Society, Mrs. al-Assad met the society’s children and conversed with them about their school, encouraging them to continue their studies as a means of self-fulfillment, thanking the superintendents for their diligent efforts.
She indicated that the last couple of years “witnessed more awareness and enthusiasm among citizens about the necessity of giving care to orphans,” adding that the state, private sector and civil society share a responsibility to provide necessary care for the orphans.
The miniature donkeys at the Amelia Rise Donkey farm in Australia are some of the cutest creatures on this earth. They are small, they are happy and they are fuzzy.
Prepare for your blood pressure to be lowered and your day to be brightened:
Lucia, la cui festa cadeva, secondo il calendario Giuliano nel “De piö cört che ghe séa”, (il giorno più corto che esista), diffonde lo splendore dei suoi occhi accecati sulla corrispondente lunga notte del solstizio invernale.
In alcuni luoghi d’Italia, nel giorno della festa, si usa distribuire, pane ai poveri, o cuocere piccoli pani rotondi, denominati “occhi di S. Lucia”.
Nel Nord durante la notte tra il 12 e 13 dicembre, la Santa si incarichi di distribuire doni ai fanciulli.
Molte sono le cantilene e le ninne-nanne popolari, nonché invocazioni ritmiche per impetrare la salvezza della vista.
Entire Communities Living on a Lake, Going to School on Stilts
Photo of the Day: May 19, 2013. An Editors’ Pick from our 2013 Photo Contest.
Photo and caption by Steve Wallace (Oceanside, CA); Photographed February 2011, Tonle Sap Lake, Cambodia
What an indictment of our world
that love of freedom
and the desire of escape
from oppression and hate
has to be called “Revolutionary.”
Isn’t this normal? Isn’t this the way
it should always be? Free
to do what we want, free
to think what we want, free
to be what we want, free
to love who and how we want:
This is basic, bedrock. A foundation
of life. It is true
that life can be tough
and things aren’t always what they seem
but this, this insane atrocity
of nature doesn’t even deserve mention
in the pages of our bloody history
books, films, and fictions, much less
become reality. But it has
and worse yet, it could again.
This then is the reason
for revolution. We need revolutions
in hearts and minds and souls.
We need a revolution inside
Mother Earth herself, alive
with eternal love and respect
and sacred duty to each other:
she will give birth
to our ever-growing, ever-shining
redeemed and hopeful future.
It is a revolution
against the horrors of death itself.