Thursday, 29 March 2012

To all who has some beloved ones in the Heaven

Letter from Heaven - YouTube

My wish to You Nightingale

My Wish for You - YouTube

To my web friend Claire

You Are - YouTube

Listen to Your Heart!!

~Listen To Your Heart~ - YouTube

The joy of the journey

Beautiful Words... So True!!! - YouTube

words are written by unknown amazing soul  Alasdair Urquhart
 

Tonight I found this song..http://InspiringThots.net Don't procrastinate over telling those you love them.

Be blessed my friends!Life is always worth living for.Thank each and every one of You for sharing this part of life with me.


"Be kind and compassionate to one another, forgiving each other, just as in Christ God forgave you..." ~~Ephesians 4:32~~

If Tomorrow Never Comes - YouTube

Secret Garden

The things you are to me - Secret Garden - YouTube

I love Thee

Secret Garden - In our Tears - YouTube

Just believe my friends

Just Believe - YouTube

Be here by my side..

 

When Life has you feeling Down, Keep these Words in Mind... - YouTube

Quiet Time with God

Quiet Time With God - YouTube

Imagine yourself, sitting at the feet of Jesus and hearing the words of life -- spoken directly to you.
Thank You Lord for each and every life on this planet.

Song of Sappho by Nightingale

 

"Song of Sappho And so I spoke with a voice I never knew I had,                                                                                    heart tones commanded that my dreams be heard,                                                                               My passion held.                                                                                                                                             For Woman (by She) in the silence, not always (ever) so silent.                                                                                                                                                            For a possibility not to be or to be,                                                                                                                                                                                    but not for (ever). Deep beauty of an Athena (known by Oddysseus),                                                                                                                                           whose song will whisper in the chords of an (other) voice,                                                        huskier with lesser ideals than her last  in(carnation).                                                                             Each flower humming with the new brusque ballet of the cinder moth.                                         Prancing,                                                                                                                                                    dancing,                                                                                                                                                 chancing, without hier(arch)y.                                                                                                                         And dreams will not be confined to a page. Or an untitled book bound by spare blue                  (rib)bon. I will sing aloud - to the                                                                                                                                 ex(tension) of my soul. At last for(got)ten in the light,                                                                              of the one She who will be                                                                                                                           the very es(senSe) of my whole.  Whole being, whole dream, whole truth                                                                                                  entire, a permanent connection,                                                                                                            eternal fire.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Of someday's unending love. Perhaps or never.                                                                                         I keep my heart on the windowsill(still), for the swallows to fly over, with                                                                                                                        darting,                                                                                                                                                           parting,                                                                                                                                                          flitting wings. In the seasoned sky                                                                                                                                                         over                                                                                                                                                                              my ocean of (de)votion to Athena bright eyes.                                                                                        And ever husky voices                                                                                                                                     of my (yes)terday, whose smile I must forget. For my tomorrow,                                                        who some(where) weaves the web of my today. In colours I already know and dream with.                                                                                                                                                                 Even though I have never yet heard                                                                                                             her name. I will recognise when I find her.                                                                                                 In an(other) time and place.    The oracle sings."

Many months ago I read this poem for the first time.This poem is written by one English poetess from Walles.I call Her Nightingale.She is one of the most amazing author I have ever red in my long life.I want to ask Your oppinion about this poem.Maybe,once She will let me publish it among many of Her unique poems.
Be blessed Nightingale!
My friends,thank You for being here.

How Great Thou Art

Susan Boyle - How Great Thou Art - YouTube


O Lord my God! 
When I in awesome wonder 
Consider all the works 
Thy hands have made. 
I see the stars, 
I hear the rolling thunder, 
Thy power throughout the universe displayed. 

Then sings my soul, my Saviour God, to Thee; 
How great Thou art, how great Thou art! 
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee: 
How great Thou art, how great Thou art! 


Be blessed my friends

Susan Boyle Hallelujah "New Single"( HD Scenic) - YouTube

From this moment on

 

“Relationships last long NOT because they are destined to last long; but because two brave people made a choice to keep fighting for it.”

Shania Twain - From This Moment On - Lyrics - YouTube