The Religious Tolerance Poem

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Devil and sage have to live
Profess differently but to believe
The life demands to live together
“Let people die” but we always differ

“It is piece of land on earth”
Heaven on earth but incurring deaths
People die of terrorist attack in succession
Politicians enjoy the strained relation

No help reaches to people
Natural calamity always forces to struggle
Youth is turning to violence
The atmosphere is really tense

Historical facts can’ be denied
People must be relied
The land can’t be separated

– Hasmukh Amathalal

http://www.aromaticcoffees.co.uk

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Merely because minority has migrated

The religious tolerance is must
There has to be restoration of trust
Outside threat can be eliminated
Inside peace should be culminated

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My Lovely Weekend

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Seven days are in a week
Five are boisterous
I love the serenity of weekends
Less traffic, low noise,
Reduced fumes, more funs
As trees clap in rhymes
The cool morning breeze
Ushers in fascinating aroma
Couples, families, friends
Neighbours and many others
Sports along the streets
To keep shape for weekdays
My weekend afford me to party
Visit parks and friends,

– Babatunde Aremu

http://www.aromaticcoffees.co.uk

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Relax and shop with my lovely family
Or enjoy and revel with bossom friends
Sometimes, its a period of deep reflections
To get close to my creator
I don’t like my weekend being wasted
Because it’s a divine gift

St Cuthbert

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The amazing life of St Cuthbert – celebrated last night in his final resting place at Durham Cathedral.

On Lindisfarne, they say,
St Cuthbert took a hooded crow,
A jackdaw and a jay,
And on their strident tongues bestowed

The gift of harmony.
No more did ugly croaks and caws

– Alan Ireland

http://www.aromaticcoffees.co.uk

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Dispute above the sea,
Or trouble those sequestered shores.

They sang all day, those three;
And as they drew their corvine kin,
The devil wept to see
His shrinking nursery of sin.

Spring, The Sweet Spring

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Spring, the sweet spring, is the year’s pleasant king,
Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring,
Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing:
      Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
The palm and may make country houses gay,
Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day,
And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay:
      Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet,
Young lovers meet, old wives a-sunning sit,
In every street these tunes our ears do greet:
      Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to witta-woo!
            Spring, the sweet spring!
 – Thomas Nashe
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A Solar Eclipse

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In that great journey of the stars through space
About the mighty, all-directing Sun,
The pallid, faithful Moon, has been the one
Companion of the Earth. Her tender face,
Pale with the swift, keen purpose of that race,
Which at Time’s natal hour was first begun,
Shines ever on her lover as they run
And lights his orbit with her silvery smile.

Sometimes such passionate love doth in her rise,
Down from her beaten path she softly slips,
And with her mantle veils the Sun’s bold eyes,
Then in the gloaming finds her lover’s lips.
While far and near the men our world call wise
See only that the Sun is in eclipse.

– Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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Prayer for World Peace

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Great God, who has told us
“Vengeance is mine,”
save us from ourselves,
save us from the vengeance in our hearts
and the acid in our souls.

Save us from our desire to hurt as we have been hurt,
to punish as we have been punished,
to terrorize as we have been terrorized.

Give us the strength it takes
to listen rather than to judge,
to trust rather than to fear,
to try again and again
to make peace even when peace eludes us.

We ask, O God, for the grace
to be our best selves.
We ask for the vision
to be builders of the human community
rather than its destroyers.
We ask for the humility as a people
to understand the fears and hopes of other peoples.

We ask for the love it takes
to bequeath to the children of the world to come
more than the failures of our own making.
We ask for the heart it takes
to care for all the peoples
of Afghanistan and Iraq, of Palestine and Israel
as well as for ourselves.

Give us the depth of soul, O God,
to constrain our might,
to resist the temptations of power
to refuse to attack the attackable,
to understand
that vengeance begets violence,
and to bring peace–not war–wherever we go.

For You, O God, have been merciful to us.
For You, O God, have been patient with us.
For You, O God, have been gracious to us.

And so may we be merciful
and patient
and gracious
and trusting
with these others whom you also love.

This we ask through Jesus,
the one without vengeance in his heart.
This we ask forever and ever.

– Sister Joan Chittister

Our thoughts are with those who lost loved ones in the cruel murders committed in Tunis yesterday.

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