Harmonic Reflections of Life
Depicting some of the glorious overtones of life through prose and poetry, Harmonic Reflections of Life portrays beauty, love, enchanting behavior, sadness, emotional pain, spiritual views and entertainment.
We praise an infant child "Who charms with her eyes," just as we say "Angelic you will always be."
We also pretend they can talk: "I don't talk much, but I smile a bit." One would hope that God would surely say to parents of a newborn: "You are all blessedly mine." And what do mischievous little boys do when they encounter lovely flowers? And parenthood can also be frightening:
"But how can I be his father
When I have never been.
I don't know how."
" Know we that angels walk among us?
I have walked alongside an Angel with feet of clay
Who so unknowingly works quiet miracles. . . .
Her look of sweet compassion
calms the turmoil in my heart."
Yet other earthly angels bring "smiles and laughter and
happy tears." Most certainly all families have an "Auntie Alice, who has inspired so many lives with her knowledge and gracious deeds.
And the face of youth is always welcomed:
"A tenderly soft face with a gleaming smile of contentment; . . .
A bubbling elation, knowing the ecstasy of being alive;
. . . Could this be Pian?"
In the prime of life a marriage can be mercilessly shattered by divorce; yet the infinite power of love can once again ". . . find a life with greater promise." Young couples planning to marry can surely benefit from learning that conquering human frailties "can be the essence of marital strength."
"I love you because I must.
Because for my heat it is an imperative.
Because no other soul can give fullness to my spirit.
Because without your presence my soul is incomplete."
The love between a man and a woman can be precious, enthralling and supreme.
Yet when death intrudes on a "true love" and takes one of the lives, then existence for the remaining partner becomes unbearable.
. . ."Endless tears soften my marble-like existence,
And down come crashing pain and sadness,
Carrying heavy memories, once happy thoughts,"
And the anguish remains.
. . . "It rained incessantly tonight,
Gushing into rivulets of sorrow
Until my eyes said,
Sorrow has many faces as we can see in the life of Jesus.
Can one really accept Jesus as a normal human being? Yet He was just a man with no divine powers during the period of His crucifixion. His disciples treated Him just like an ordinary man by betraying Him, disregarding Jesus as the divine being they had known for so long. How can those disciples be respected when they were traitors who abandoned Him publicly and made no effort to save His life. He had to suffer that betrayal from those He loved to add to the rest of his torture.
Finally, could an enigmatic dream really become a frightening reality?