No Room for Distractions

Her focus is solely on the birth.

For, her instincts whispered: “This one is mighty. It will rock the earth.

Now, be ready- One day is set for painful contractions.

You have no room for distractions.”

She trusted. And for 22 months and not one complaint-

Throughout the land, her peace is maintained.

Not all understand this drive to the extreme;

It’s a vision of love embedded deep- it’s more than a dream.

She is on a mission.

To bring what’s inside of her, to fruition.

By Sheyda Irani

We ARE Connected

I often hear we’re all connected; but how? I pondered this word connection from many angles and came up with a conclusion.

I believe we connect by touch. When I embrace my children, I’m physically telling them a story of how I feel. That I love them. And I’m here to be their everything. And I’m not going anywhere; they’re safe. Or when I hold a sick patient’s hand to comfort. Or pat the sober addict’s back for a job well done. Or witness two tree branches touch in an intimate way. Touch is needed to bind us when words aren’t expressed.

We connect through words- talking and laughing. The same tongue used to praise Our God is the same tongue used to communicate the desires, the hurts, the sufferings, the hopes of our heart. When two beings share in pain and suffering, the emotion evoked from empathy causes these two people to connect. This movement of compassion is powerful. So much so, bystanders who witness this connection, somehow feel involved.

And consider this- we need oxygen which is supplied by the trees and plants. And plants and trees need carbon dioxide which is supplied by our every exhale. Therefore, we’re also connected to others by our need for one another. Even a MENtor connects with MEN (mankind) MENtally because their need for one another is influential. What’s a leader without a team? Or a teacher without students? A pastor without sheep? A doctor without patients?

We ALL need one another. We’re interwoven into the same structure, by the same hands, at the same time. Surely, we are ALL Connected.

Let’s talk about love 

Sadly, many of them don’t know what love is; that it’s unconditional, wrapped in acceptance, gentleness and tied with a bow of understanding. A present, it is…that most refuse to gift themselves. Surely, many treat strangers better than themselves. They don’t know when and who to love; for, it chooses them. They don’t know how to love; because they observe others more than themselves. They can’t understand why love feels far away; indeed, their walk smells of defeat. They look for it, don’t know where it resides; because it’s everywhere.

“WE” A Black American History Poem/Prayer

WE thank the Lord for this glorious day!

WE thank the Lord for those that paved the way!

The herald voice of Mahalia Jackson, WE hear YOUR love.

WE are forever grateful, for freedom felt from above.

The intellect and grace you give, is never partial.

For, WE see YOUR goodness in Thurgood Marshall.

To the many embodied with endurance, who made a landmark-

Refused to give up, like Barack Obama and Rosa Parks.

For, YOUR hope covers us like an umbrella,

The same comfort YOU gave Nelson Mandela.

During times of white hooded sheets and police,

WE thank YOU Lord for YOUR peace.

In your appointed and anointed one, Martin Luther King-

WE saw your insight, courage and light; WE saw everything.

Like Muhammad Ali, Jackie Robinson and Jessie Owens;

YOU brought us faith and patience, seen thru the eyes of great ones.

For the ones YOU instill with wisdom like Harriet Tubman,

WE give you all the praise, honor and glory…AMEN AMEN AMEN!

 

Sheyda Irani

 

 

 

Connected, Bonded, and Linked with All Creations…

Are we all, really connected?  Yes, I’ve heard of the concept but, what does that really entail?  To be quite honest, I don’t feel connected to the racist skinhead who spews hatred, every chance they get.  I don’t feel connected to a pedophile who looks at children as sex symbols.  So, I had to dig deep and find what this really means.  And this is what I’ve concluded thus far.

All of God’s creations seem to have many characteristics that are alike.  Take for instance, the physical likeness of ROOTS.  Not the movie Roots, but the sprout out like roots, seen in plants and trees.  But, if we look at the circulatory system of the brain, heart and lungs, we’ll see they’re very similar.

Consider, all the amazing things that are in the shape of a circle; they all have a CORE.  For instance, travel up beyond the clouds, and see how similar the stars, sun, planets and black holes are to all living cells and its nucleus.

Take into account, the cochlea of the ear that’s uniquely shaped like the snail, a snake embryo and a particular type of seashell.  And of course, we can’t forget the kidneys. They’re shaped like a shrimp and just like the bean- kidney beans.

I always pondered what lies on the other side of a black hole.  Suddenly, this evening I thought, what if the other side is something like the optic nerve.  Amazingly, I find the black hole so similar to the pupil and iris.  For, the function of the optic nerve, is to transfer the images from the retina directly to the brain and back.  It’s mind-blowing to think about this possibility.  Since, one optic nerve has over a million of nerve fibers attached.  Can you imagine how much energy is behind the black hole?  Jaw-dropping!

So, my final analysis is this: obviously, all God’s creations are more similar than not. Which, proves that Yes; we’re connected in a divine way.  We’re linked in a way that surpasses our understanding.  That, I’m sure given the patience and wisdom, we could see that all of the answers to our problems- are found in each other.  That maybe, just maybe the ants and flies that get on our nerves, may be the answer to the common cold.  Every problem has a solution, right?  And maybe just maybe, behind every black hole is an optic nerve like structure.  Which is directly linked to a brain center……

Matthew 6:22, “The eye is the lamp of the body. If your eyes are healthy, your whole body will be full of light.” (NIV)

“The eyes are the window of the soul.”- English Proverb

 

 

Bring It- just not lemons.

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I will not be devoured.

By poisonous thoughts, old and new.

I will not collapse into a lifeless state of being;

By skeletons who call themselves, secrets.

I will not have a mental meltdown,

By the pressure found in me.

I will smash back death,

With every vulnerable cell, fueled by sugar.

With every pure thought devoured into darkness

I will spew out another one, and another…

Hoping they bind together in light, and manifest into fruit.

Anything but lemons.  No more lemons.