Showing posts with label Cognitive dissonance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cognitive dissonance. Show all posts

Wednesday, 30 November 2016

THE FIRST STONE

Let the him with no sin

Cast the first stone

Said He!

Yet! In this world of dissonance

Stone in hand you wait

Wait for the right moment!

For your brother’s weaker moment

For him to slip!

So you can blame!

So you can curse him; condemn him

Make him a caricature of evil

Show case him!

As an embellished embodiment of abominable sin!
  
Why is it oh foolish mind!

You take pleasure in your brother’s every sinful lapse

Does it hide the darkness in your soul?

Does it contrast your evil heart in better light?

Does it change your sin to heavenly merit?

Does it put you in unsinkable moral high ground?

Why is it that the eyes that see the speck in the eye of your brother

Fails to see the boulder in your own!

Oh! Where is your mirror of wisdom!

To show you; that in a another context and set of circumstances

It could be you!

The sinner! The unholy!

 The unworthy! The condemned!

Oh! Where is  your  mirror of compassion?

To show you! That the sinner is another lost soul like you

That he too suffers and he too needs a chance to repent

Oh! You great warriors of righteous thought, and chariots of sententious emotions!

Hold your raging horses! Put down your bloodied swords!

Leave it to the Lord!  


Judge not! Let Love do the healing !

Sunday, 31 July 2016

PRODIGAL CHICK


The rain was heavy

The wind was strong

The shreds of the nest

Of the sparrow’s above

Lie scattered below!


In the slushy garden floor

Close to a puddle

Cold and shivering

Naked, featherless

Barely alive!

Chirping still!

Lay the fallen chick!



Mama and papa! Help!

She must have chirped

But in the pattering of the rain

Everything seemed to drown

Now exposed to the elements

In a sudden twist of fate

There she was! Just left to die!



Blue umbrella in hand!

Splashing through the puddles

Jack was in a hurry!

But something stopped him

A chirp, a squirm

A moving form

Ah! A little birdie!

A poor little one! He says!

 His heart was moved

Compassion flowed

With tender hands of Love

He picked up her up!

A tear or two

He must have shed !



In a cut out milk carton  

Stuffed with warm gray wool

He gently placed her

 Chirp!  Chirp!

Is all that she could mange

As she snuggled into the warmth  

He found the crevice her nest was once hidden

He ran to the garden

Fetched a wooden ladder

And gently placed her

He heard some chirping

Patiently he waited

Soon a pair appeared

Sparrows!

Mama and papa!

He sighed with relief

His heart filled with happiness

His soul beamed with compassion

As he reached home now as a more complete man

He prayed and sat down

Only to enjoy his favorite meal


Roasted chick-en!