Jika aku tiada
Mungkin bunga-bunga yang aku tanam akan tumbuh
Dan bunga itu menampakkan warnanya yang indah
Jika aku tiada..........................
Mungkin tercintaku akan mulai merawat tamanku
Taman dimana telah aku tanam seluruh cintaku disana
Perjalananku terlalu panjang dan berat ditempuh
Aku berusaha selalu mengangkat mukaku dengan senyum disitu
Senyum yang datang dari dalam lubuk hatiku
Satupun tiada yang tahu walau berat tapi tak terasa
Taaman itu yang selalu menjaga diriku
Lelah kini mulai menggapai jiwaku
Bila memang sudah waktuku saat ini
Aku telah siap Tuhanku walau dalam keadaan tak tersucikan
Kaulah penciptaku dan kepadaMu jualah aku akan pulang
Jika kelak aku tiada...........................
Tercintaku tolong jaga taman bungaku yang indah itu
Mungkin dengan begitu warnanya akan terlihat selalu indah di matamu
A M I E N......................................
Ruby Alimin
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
Life......
Life is not
black and white
only but there isa grey colour
in between
God not only
created
animals
plants
a man a woman
to continue
human civilization
but He/She/or It also
creates a man and a woman
in one body..........
Anton Alimin
black and white
only but there isa grey colour
in between
God not only
created
animals
plants
a man a woman
to continue
human civilization
but He/She/or It also
creates a man and a woman
in one body..........
Anton Alimin
Gibran
Your children are not your children
They are the sons and daughters of life's longing for itself
They come through you but not from you, and though they are with you, they belong not to you........you are the bow from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness:
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves the bow that is stable.........
Khalil Gibran
They are the sons and daughters of life's longing for itself
They come through you but not from you, and though they are with you, they belong not to you........you are the bow from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness:
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves the bow that is stable.........
Khalil Gibran
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