To be somebody is to listen carefully,
to other people, to their worries and views.
To be somebody is to listen lovingly,
to a little child and a shabby street singer.
To be somebody is to listen wondering,
to the singing bird and the voice of thunder.
To be somebody is to listen intently,
to the sound of nature and the voice of God.
To be somebody is to listen with your eyes,
to see what the Eternal one is saying now.
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The Word is
with God, and the Word is God.
Being word
is the very nature of God.
The Word is
an integral part of the Divine Being.
He speaks
all the time without intermission.
He speaks
continuously.
The words
that proceed from his mouth
Are full of
life and power
For all
those who receive them.
God is
life, and life proceeds from him
Through the
words he speaks.
God is the
fountain of life,
An ever
flowing source of living water.
Living
words drawing us to himself,
Drawing us
into a personal relationship with him.
The word of
God finds its fullness in the Word,
His own
dear Son,
Light of
his own light,
Life of his
own life.[1]
[1]
John 1:-4; Matthew 4:4
I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For so swiftly it flew the sight
Could not follow it in its flight.
I breathed a song into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For who has sight so keen and strong
That it can follow the flight of a song?
Long, long afterward in an oak
I found the arrow, still unbroken;
And the song, from beginning to end,
I found again in the heart of a friend.
Text: H.W. Longfellow
Recently I came across some wonderful sayings on friendship and I would like to share it with my friends:
Do not protect yourself by a fence, but rather by your friends. Czech proverb
The language of friendship is not words but meanings. H.D. Thoreau