Specailly Written for Gooseberry Garden...
and also shared with One Single Impression.. ..
I am thankful for
Not having been given the freedom
To choose my face, God,
I would have been
Tempted to copy that too
Or picked up
Pieces from the best looks
Here and there...
RS : )
How beautiful..Thank you for sharing such an intimate moment with God
ReplyDeleteWonderful. This is such a precious way to give thanks to God. So intimate with the Higher Spirit.
ReplyDeleteBeing thankful for what we have is difficult. I don't think even beautiful people think they are beautiful, either. But, if you have a beautiful soul, you cannot fail to be seen as beautiful, no matter what you look like. Lovely.
ReplyDeleteSuch an interesting approach. I love the "too" when you say you would have copied your face. K.
ReplyDeleteHow interesting. I wonder if many have thanked God for the face they don't have? But your poem of thanks says so much more. Well done.
ReplyDeleteLove this one! Thanks so much for sharing :)
ReplyDeleteThought provoking. The absence of freedoms, choice and the gift of acceptance.
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Mark Butkus
Lovely Prayer.
ReplyDelete'Emancipation from the bondage of soil, is no freedom for the tree'
ReplyDeleteGOD KNOWS. HE KNOWS BETTER. ISN't IT.. :)
True, still we waste a lot of our life in looking good than doing good. The saints they preach but do not practice. The politicians they loot but do not lead. The teachers they earn but they do not teach... At least I can look at the mirror and my reflection greets me
ReplyDeleteAcceptance is the most difficult hurdle for the ordinary man to jump. It's refreshing to see that you've done so! Bravo!
ReplyDeleteinteresting idea... nice poem.. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by my blog.
love this, wow.
ReplyDeletebless you.
Happy Poetry Picnic,
Happy Thanksgiving.
:)
Indeed, that's a valid point! Well brought out by your words :)
ReplyDeleteTruly wonderful thoughts.
ReplyDeleteOh, I can't imagine what any of us would look like with faces pieced together from this and that!
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Ramesh, you are perfect just the way u are. :)
ReplyDeleteThis is such a great write, so simple and yet filled with so much meaning. Love it :)
ReplyDeleteTake care
Marinela
Ramesh, I LOVE what you just wrote. Such a creative way to be thankful! I'm smiling at your words. Perfect!
ReplyDeleteThe freedom to choose is not always a freedom. Well done, friend.
ReplyDeletePerfection is incorporating imperfection. Thank you for sharing your view of that perception in this poem Ramesh.
ReplyDeleteI want to share a story of how my brother grew his character by becoming that thankful person you describe so well:
My younger brother grew up with a big purple bump on his lip. This big lump on his lower lip is actually a birth mark. It looks like he got hit hard in the mouth. All his life people ask him who hit him in the mouth. He laughs about it and it never bothers him.
My niece calls my brother Shrek. He is big, but is as friendly and funny as the boxer George Foreman, to everyone he meets.
Many years back my brother actually was a boxer where Muhammad Ali boxed in Miami Beach, on 5th street and Washington Ave.
One time when my brother was sparring in a boxing match in another gym, the referee stopped the fight because of this natural bump on his lip.
I think that was the only time it ever offended him and he got mad. He thought he could win the fight, and the referee thought he was making it all up about his lip being natural that way.
An operation to correct his lip was available to my brother Nicky when he joined the army, but he said, "If God made me this way, why should I change it?"
My brother never had his lip redone for his wife either, who says, "If God and Nick wanted it that way, who am I to step in and try to change his face?"
In the face of adversity, whatever pain doesn't kill us, can often help to serve us later. So I think we have to at least consider whether something looked upon as a flaw that's created naturally, is either good or bad, or is it only our thinking that makes it so.
Personally I think most of us are a little sick in the head this way—that everything must be so aesthetically pleasing. It doesn't really harm anyone, but you you can't even have a different color hood on your car. Women can't leave the house without makeup.
Whenever I see a picture of one of those children with a cleft lip, I stare at the picture and wonder why society attempts to gauge who is attractive or not.
I know I would not have any problem looking upon these children like any other kids. I figure it's probably the other kids that make it hardest for these kids.
Yet, It may also surprise you to know men in some communities in Africa would rather die for a black girl with a lip plate ( that to me looks dramatically different than any cleft lip), than to choose a white girl from Europe or America with no lip plate as a life partner.
Women in Brazil have breast reductions to appear more attractive. Women in the US have their breasts enlarged to appear more attractive. What does the midieval Europe artwork of plump women in paintings tell us about who was considered to be the most attractive back then?
Most 3 year olds do not have any bias towards somebody who is old or what color their skin is.
As teenagers we suddenly think we like someone, so we tell our best friend, but if our friend doesn't approve, we may have second thoughts. You like her!? LOL, are you crazy?
I have two friends who both married extremely overweight women. Both of them said they were very much attracted to overweight women, yet they were not unattractive or at all overweight themselves.
Socrates called beauty a short tyranny.
You are a rare breed Ramesh.
It appears that far too many of the poets of the world sold out to the advertising and beauty industry;
to craft colorful enticing words that lure us in to live neon lifestyles—once meaningful words—that now blind our insight to shop for emotion with a natural face and friendliness.
Once upon a time much of the literate world understood poetry, and it was the loftiest of verbal arts. Now most of us learn poetry from advertising...leaves you breathless!
Kind regards,
Ed Brophy
P.S. I shall share this with all my family and then with my brother and his wife. Then you will know the thankful response, because a smile shall travel around the world and back again.
Thanks Ed..You understood so well...poetry for me is a kind of life line..words flow the way I breath..who put them in head..well..I know God...
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