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Let thy love play upon my voice...






Let thy love play upon my voice,
and rest on my silence.
Let it pass through my heart into all my movements.
Let it shine like stars shine in the darkness of my sleep,
and dawn in my awakening.
Let thy love...




This was my favourite hymn in school. The composition which we were taught by Sister Coletta was very "happiness inducing". I still sing it when I am feeling low. Reminds me of old days and also cheers me up.




The year is coming to an end.



Last year at the same time I was wishing for all the negativities to disappear from my life in the new year. After a bad 2007, I so wished for a change. 2008 provided no respite. Neither on personal front nor in general.




This is Moshe, son of the Rabbi who was killed at Nariman house during the terror attacks. He is just one of the orphans created by the acts of terrorism in the last year. The more I think about it, the more it disturbs me.
Those who are indulging in such violent acts in the name of God or religion, have never known God. I just pray that these people get to feel the love of God and love for God and fellow beings. And I sing this hymn once again. Let thy love play upon my voice...
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Koffee beanzz said…
I dont believe this post..of course 2008 was a major respite..esp..the last day of the year :P
04 January, 2009 17:01
Shazia said…
Oh yeah... the LAST day was special ;)
07 January, 2009 05:30
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