Sunday, December 30, 2012

Inspiring new year poems :New Year’s Morning by Helen Hunt Jackson/Old years and new by By Edgar Guest/Ring Out, Wild Bells by Lord Alfred Tennyson


Relaxing music:Autumn colors



New Year’s Morning
Helen Hunt Jackson (1892)

Only a night from old to new!
Only a night, and so much wrought!
The Old Year’s heart all weary grew,
But said: “The New Year rest has brought.”

The Old Year’s hopes its heart laid down,
As in a grave; but trusting, said:
“The blossoms of the New Year’s crown
Bloom from the ashes of the dead.”
The Old Year’s heart was full of greed;

With selfishness it longed and ached,
And cried: “I have not half I need.
My thirst is bitter and unslaked.
But to the New Year’s generous hand
All gifts in plenty shall return;

True love it shall understand;
By all my failures it shall learn.
I have been reckless; it shall be
Quiet and calm and pure of life.
I was a slave; it shall go free,
And find sweet peace where I leave strife.”

Never a night such changes brought.
The Old Year had its work to do;
No New Year miracles are wrought.

Always a night from old to new!
Night and the healing balm of sleep!
Each morn is New Year’s morn come true,
Morn of a festival to keep.

All nights are sacred nights to make
Confession and resolve and prayer;
All days are sacred days to wake
New gladness in the sunny air.

Only a night from old to new;
Only a sleep from night to morn.
The new is but the old come true;
Each sunrise sees a new year born.


Inessa & Garmash painting

Old years and new
By Edgar Guest

Old years and new years, all blended into one,
The best of what there is to be, the best of what is gone
Let's bury all the failures in the dim and dusty past
And keep the smiles of friendship and laughter to the last.

Old years and new years, life's in the making still;
We haven't come to glory yet, but there's the hope we will;
The dead old year was twelve months long, but now from it we're free,
And what's one year of good or bad to all the years to be?

Old years and new years, we need them one and all
To reach the dome of character and build its sheltering wall;
Past failures tried the souls of us, but if their tests we stood.
The sum of what we are to be may yet be counted good.

Old years and new years, with all their pain and strife,
Are but the bricks and steel and stone with which we fashion life;
So put the sin and shame away, and keep the fine and true,
And on the glory of the past let's build the better new.


Frederic Church Art

Ring Out, Wild Bells
by Lord Alfred Tennyson (1849)

Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light;
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.

Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.

Ring out the grief that saps the mind,
For those that here we see no more,
Ring out the feud of rich and poor,
Ring in redress to all mankind.

Ring out a slowly dying cause,
And ancient forms of party strife;
Ring in the nobler modes of life,
With sweeter manners, purer laws.

Ring out the want, the care the sin,
The faithless coldness of the times;
Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes,
But ring the fuller minstrel in.

Ring out false pride in place and blood,
The civic slander and the spite;
Ring in the love of truth and right,
Ring in the common love of good.

Ring out old shapes of foul disease,
Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;
Ring out the thousand wars of old,
Ring in the thousand years of peace.

Ring in the valiant man and free,
The larger heart, the kindlier hand;
Ring out the darkenss of the land,
Ring in the Christ that is to be.


A happy New Year! Grant that I
May bring no tear to any eye.
When this New Year in time shall end
Let it be said I've played the friend,
Have lived and loved and labored here,
And made of it a happy year.
Edgar A. Guest

Friday, December 28, 2012

Insightful new year quotes


We spend January 1 walking through our lives, room by room, drawing up a list of work to be done, cracks to be patched. Maybe this year, to balance the list, we ought to walk through the rooms of our lives... not looking for flaws, but for potential.
Ellen Goodman

I made no resolutions for the New Year. The habit of making plans, of criticizing, sanctioning and molding my life, is too much of a daily event for me.
Anaïs Nin

New Year's eve is like every other night; there is no pause in the march of the universe, no breathless moment of silence among created things that the passage of another twelve months may be noted; and yet no man has quite the same thoughts this evening that come with the coming of darkness on other nights.
Hamilton Wright Mabie

Be at War with your Vices, at Peace with your Neighbours, and let every New-Year find you a better Man.
Benjamin Franklin

Year's end is neither an end nor a beginning but a going on, with all the wisdom that experience can instill in us.
Hal Borland

We will open the book. Its pages are blank. We are going to put words on them ourselves. The book is called Opportunity and its first chapter is New Year's Day.
Edith Lovejoy Pierce

Yesterday, everybody smoked his last cigar, took his last drink and swore his last oath. Today, we are a pious and exemplary community. Thirty days from now, we shall have cast our reformation to the winds and gone to cutting our ancient shortcomings considerably shorter than ever.
Mark Twain

And ye, who have met with Adversity's blast,
And been bow'd to the earth by its fury;
To whom the Twelve Months, that have recently pass'd
Were as harsh as a prejudiced jury -
Still, fill to the Future! and join in our chime,
The regrets of remembrance to cozen,
And having obtained a New Trial of Time,
Shout in hopes of a kindlier dozen.
Thomas Hood

Thursday, December 27, 2012

Belles Citations et réflexions.

Musique:
PHILIP WESLEY - Hope Endures


Il ne faut pas chercher à rajouter des années à sa vie,
mais plutôt essayer de rajouter de la vie à ses années.
Oscar Wilde


Le livre de la vie est le livre suprême. Qu'on ne peut ni fermer, ni rouvrir à son choix ; Le passage attachant ne s'y lit pas deux fois. Mais le feuillet fatal se tourne de lui-même ; On voudrait revenir à la page où l'on aime. Et la page où l'on meurt est déjà sous vos doigts.
Alphonse De Lamartine


Ce que tu gardes est perdu à jamais. Ce que tu donnes est à toi pour toujours.
Proverbe Soufi

Ce qui est important, c'est l'intensité d'amour que vous mettez dans le plus petit geste.
Mère Teresa


Que chacun raisonne en son âme et conscience, qu'il se fasse
une idée fondée sur ses propres lectures et non d'après les
racontars des autres.
Albert Einstein


Le monde est dangereux à vivre ! Non pas tant à cause de ceux qui font le mal, mais à cause de ceux qui regardent et laissent faire.
Albert Einstein


Un être humain est une partie du tout que nous appelons "Univers"… Une partie limitée dans le temps et l'espace. Il fait l'expérience de lui-même, de ses pensées et de ses sentiments commeséparés du reste ? une sorte d'illusion d'optique de conscience.

Cette illusion est comme une prison pour nous, nous limitant à nos désirs personnels, et à n'avoir de l'affection que pour les quelques personnes qui nous sont les plus proches. Notre tâche doit être de nous libérer de cette prison en élargissant notre cercle de compassion, afin d'embrasser toutes les créatures vivantes, la totalité de la Nature et de sa beauté.
Albert Einstein


On rencontre beaucoup de visages dans le monde, mais certains d'entre eux pénétrent dans notre esprit presque à notre insu. Ce n'est pas à cause de leur beauté qu'ils s'imposent à nous, mais plutôt à cause d'une autre qualité. Dans la plupart des visages la nature humaine ne transparaît pas, mais il s'en trouve cependant où cette qualité mystérieuse, intérieure, se manifeste spontanément. Alors ce visage-là se fait remarquer entre mille autres et s'imprime tout à coup dans l'esprit.
Rabindranath Tagore


Nous sous-estimons trop souvent le pouvoir d'un contact, d'un sourire, d'un mot gentil, d'une oreille attentive, d'un compliment sincère, ou d'une moindre attention ; ils ont tous le pouvoir de changer une vie.
Leo Buscaglia


Nous ne devons pas avoir peur de toucher, de sentir, de montrer notre émotion. La chose la plus facile dans le monde est d'être ce que vous êtes, d'être ce que vous ressentez. La chose la plus difficile est d'être ce que les autres veulent que vous soyez. Ne les laissez pas vous mettre dans cette position.

Le plus dur combat que vous allez jamais mener, c'est la bataille pour être simplement vous.
Leo Buscaglia


Rire c'est risquer de paraître idiot.
Pleurer c'est risquer de paraître sentimental.
Aller vers quelqu'un c'est risquer de s'engager.

Exposer ses sentiments c'est risquer
d'exposer son moi profond.
Présenter ses idées, ses rêves à la foule
c'est risquer de les perdre.

Aimer c'est risquer de ne pas être aimé en retour.
Vivre c'est risquer de mourir.

Espérer c'est risquer de de désespérer.
Essayer c'est risquer d'échouer.

Mais il faut prendre des risques car le plus grand danger dans
la vie, c'est de ne rien risquer du tout. Celui qui ne risque
rien ne fait rien, n'a rien, n'est rien. Il peut éviter
la souffrance et la tristesse, mais il n'apprend rien,
ne ressent rien, ne peut ni changer ni se développer,
ne peut ni aimer, ni vivre. Enchaîné par sa certitude,
il devient esclave, il abandonne sa liberté.
Seuls ceux qui risquent sont libres
Leo Buscaglia


La nuit n'est jamais complète
Il y a toujours puisque je le dis
Puisque je l'affirme
Au bout du chagrin une fenêtre ouverte
Une fenêtre éclairée
Il y a toujours un rêve veille
Désir à combler faim à satisfaire
Un coeur généreux
Une main tendue une main ouverte
Des yeux attentifs
Une vie la vie à se partager
Paul ELUARD


Que m'importent les fleurs et les arbres, et le feu et la pierre,
si je suis sans amour et sans foyer ! Il faut être deux - ou,
du moins, hélas ! il faut avoir été deux-pour comprendre un ciel
bleu, pour nommer une aurore!Les choses infinies comme le ciel,
la forêt et la lumière ne trouvent leur nom que dans un coeur
aimant. Et le souffle des plaines, dans sa douceur et dans sa
palpitation, est d'abord l'écho d'un soupir attendri.
Gaston Bachelard


Vous êtes si jeune, en quelque sorte avant tout début,
et je voudrais, aussi bien que je le puis, vous prier,
d'être patient à l'égard de tout ce qui dans votre coeur
est encore irrésolu, et de tenter d'aimer les questions
elles-mêmes comme des pièces closes et comme des livres
écrits dans une langue fort étrangère.

Ne cherchez pas pour l'instant des réponses, qui ne sauraient
vous être données; car vous ne seriez pas en mesure de les vivre.
Or il s'agit précisément de tout vivre.

Vivez maintenant les questions. Peut-être vivrez-vous par
la suite et petit à petit sans, vous en aperçevoir, en
ayant, un jour lointain,pénétré au sein des réponses.
Peut-être recelez vous la possibilité de former et de
structurer comme une modalité de la vie particulièrement
heureuse et pure; éduquez-vous à cela, mais acceptez ce
qui arrivera en toute confiance ; et si cela ne provient
que de votre seule volonté,d'une quelconque nécessité de
votre intériorité, accueillez-le et ne haïssez rien.
Rainer Maria Rilke

Monday, December 24, 2012

André Rieu music-Christmas

Music I love -­ but never strain
Could kindle raptures so divine,
So grief assuage, so conquer pain,
And rouse this pensive heart of mine -­
As that we hear on Christmas morn,
Upon the wintry breezes borne.

Though Darkness still her empire keep,
And hours must pass, ere morning break;
From troubled dreams, or slumbers deep,
That music kindly bids us wake:
It calls us, with an angel's voice,
To wake, and worship, and rejoice;
Anne Bronte,Music on Christmas Morning

Music:
André Rieu-christmas

slumber my darling
Andre Rieu and sung by Suzan Erens

Vocalise
Andre Rieu and sung by Suzan Erens

How to keep christmas by Henry Van dyke/Rachael a woman disciple on Jesus The vision and the man by Khalil Gibran

Music:
Adam Hurst-Reflection



Are you willing to stoop down and consider the needs and desires of little children; to remember the weakness and lonliness of people who are growing old; to stop asking how much your friends love you, and to ask yourself if you love them enough; to bear in mind the things that other people have to bear on their hearts; to trim your lamp so that it will give more light and less smoke, and to carry it in front so that your shadow will fall behind you; to make a grave for your ugly thoughts and a garden for your kindly feelings, with the gate open? Are you willing to do these things for a day? Then you are ready to keep Christmas!
Henry van Dyke


Simon Dewey Art


Rachael a woman disciple
On Jesus the vision and the man
By Khalil Gibran

I often wonder whether Jesus was a man of flesh and blood like ourselves, or a thought without a body, in the mind, or an idea that visits the vision of man.

Often it seems to me that He was but a dream dreamed by the countless men and women at the same time in a sleep deeper than sleep and a dawn more serene than all dawns.

And it seems that in relating the dream, the one to the other, we began to deem it a reality that had indeed come to pass; and in giving it body of our fancy and a voice of our longing we made it a substance of our own substance.

But in truth He was not a dream. We knew Him for three years and beheld Him with our open eyes in the high tide of noon.

We touched His hands, and we followed Him from one place to another. We heard His discourses and witnessed His deeds. Think you that we were a thought seeking after more thought, or a dream in the region of dreams?

Great events always seem alien to our daily lives, though their nature may be rooted in our nature. But though they appear sudden in their coming and sudden in their passing, their true span is for years and for generations.

Jesus of Nazareth was Himself the Great Event. That man whose father and mother and brothers we know, was Himself a miracle wrought in Judea. Yea, all His own miracles, if placed at His feet, would not rise to the height of His ankles.

And all the rivers of all the years shall not carry away our remembrance of Him.

He was a mountain burning in the night, yet He was a soft glow beyond the hills. He was a tempest in the sky, yet He was a murmur in the mist of daybreak. He was a torrent pouring from the heights to the plains to destroy all things in its path. And He was like the laughter of children.

Every year I had waited for spring to visit this valley. I had waited for the lilies and the cyclamen, and then every year my soul had been saddened within me; for ever I longed to rejoice with the spring, yet I could not.

But when Jesus came to my seasons He was indeed a spring, and in Him was the promise of all the years to come. He filled my heart with joy; and like the violets I grew, a shy thing, in the light of His coming.

And now the changing seasons of worlds not yet ours shall not erase His loveliness from this our world.

Nay, Jesus was not a phantom, nor a conception of the poets. He was man like yourself and myself. But only to sight and touch and hearing; in all other ways He was unlike us.

He was a man of joy; and it was upon the path of joy that He met the sorrows of all men. And it was from the high roofs of His sorrows that He beheld the joy of all men.

He saw visions that we did not see, and heard voices that we did not hear; and He spoke as if to invisible multitudes, and ofttimes He spoke through us to races yet unborn.

Jesus was often alone. He was among us yet not one with us. He was upon the earth, yet He was of the sky. And only in our aloneness may we visit the land of His aloneness.

He loved us with tender love. His heart was a winepress. You and I could approach with a cup and drink therefrom.

One thing I did not use to understand in Jesus: He would make merry with His listeners; He would tell jests and play upon words, and laugh with all the fullness of His heart, even when there were distances in His eyes and sadness in His voice. But I understand now.

I often think of the earth as a woman heavy with her first child. When Jesus was born, He was the first child. And when He died, He was the first man to die.

For did it not appear to you that the earth was stilled on that dark Friday, and the heavens were at war with the heavens?

And felt you not when His face disappeared from our sight as if we were naught but memories in the mist?

Insightful hope quotes


Peter Severin Kroyer Art

It's work we must, and love we must,
And do the best we may,
And take the hope of dreams in trust
To keep us day by day.
William Stanley Braithwaite

Hearts wherein no hope may waken,
Like the clouds of night wind-shaken,
Chartless, anchorless, forsaken,
Drift we to the dark.
William Wilfred Campbell

Hope is the element by which the afflicted live,
the anchor of the soul in a storm, the bladder
which keeps up a man from sinking when in deep
waters, and upholds a man in life when death
knocks at the door.
William Greenhill

Reading quotes by Robert Louis Stevenson


Peter Severin Kroyer Art

In anything fit to be called by the name of reading, the process itself should be absorbing and voluptuous; we should gloat over a book, be rapt clean out of ourselves, and rise from the perusal, our mind filled with the busiest, kaleidoscopic dance of images, incapable of sleep or of continuous thought. The words, if the book be eloquent, should run thenceforward in our ears like the noise of breakers, and the story, if it be a story, repeat itself in a thousand coloured pictures to the eye.
Robert Louis Stevenson

The difficulty of literature is not to write, but to write what you mean; not to affect your reader, but to affect him precisely as you wish.

Friday, December 21, 2012

Growing up quotes


To exist is to change, to change is to mature, to mature is to go on creating oneself endlessly.
Henri Berson

When you're growing up your mother says, "Wear rubbers or you'll catch cold." When you become an adult you discover that you have the right not to wear rubbers and to see if you catch cold or not. It's something like that.
Diane Arbus

I was wise enough to never grow up while fooling most people into believing I had.
Margaret Mead

You grow up the day you have your first real laugh at yourself.
Ethel Barrymore

When we were children, we used to think that when we were grown-up we would no longer be vulnerable. But to grow up is to accept vulnerability. . . . To be alive is to be vulnerable.
Madeleine L'Engle

Truth quote by Johann Wolfgang Goethe


The main thing is to have a soul that loves the truth and harbours it where he finds it. And another thing: truth requires constant repetition, because error is being preached about us all the time, and not only by isolated individuals but by the masses. In the newspapers and encyclopedias, in schools and universities, everywhere error rides high and basks in the consciousness of having the majority on its side.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Thursday, December 20, 2012

Poetry quote by William E Channing


charles edward perugini Art

Poetry reveals to us the loveliness of nature, brings back the freshness of youthful feelings, reviews the relish of simple pleasures, keeps unquenched the enthusiasm which warmed the springtime of our being, refines youthful love, strengthens our interest in human nature, by vivid delineations of its tenderest and softest feelings, and through the brightness of its prophetic visions, helps faith to lay hold on the future life.
William Ellery Channing

Monday, December 17, 2012

De Creer En Ti Lyrics by Jaci Velasquez


De Creer En Ti Lyrics
Jaci Velasquez

Puede ser que tal vez
Mañana el sol no vuelva a aparecer
Puede ser que quizás
Lo que yo fui lo puedan olvidar

Pero yo no perderé la fe
Ni dejaré

De creer en ti
De creer en ti
De rodillas frente a ti
Voy a vivir

Yo sé que jamás dejaré
De creer en ti

Puede ser que el dolor
Un día se convierta en amor
Puede ser que al final
En vez de angustia todo sea paz

Cuando venza el bien
A la maldad
¿quién dejará?

De creer en ti
De creer en ti
De rodillas frente a ti
Voy a vivir

Podrá todo un día acabar
Pero siempre
Para siempre
Viviré por ti

Creeré en ti
Creeré en ti
De rodillas frente a ti
Voy a vivir
De creer en
Oh...de creer en
De creer en ti

Sunday, December 16, 2012

Insightful happiness quotes


String of excited, fugitive, miscellaneous pleasures is not happiness; happiness resides in imaginative reflection and judgment, when the picture of one's life, or of human life, as it truly has been or is, satisfies the will, and is gladly accepted.
George Santayana

Happiness always looks small while you hold it in your hands, but let it go, and you learn at once how big and precious it is.
Gorky

A world full of happiness is not beyond human power to create; the obstacles imposed by inanimate nature are not insuperable. The real obstacles lie in the heart of man, and the cure for these is a firm hope, informed and fortified by thought.
Bertrand Russell

we set our hearts too much upon anything, let us examine how happy they are, who already possess it.
François Duc de La Rochefoucauld

Grief and loss poem:Traditional Native American Prayer


I give you this one thought to keep
I am with you still - I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the sweet uplifting rush,
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft starts that shine at night.
Do not think of me as gone -
I am with you still in each new dawn.
Traditional Native American Prayer

Love quote by Jewel


Gather yourself by the sea shore and I will love you there.
Assemble yourself with wild things,
with songs of the sparrow and sea-foam.
Let mad beauty collect itself in your eyes
and it will shine - Calling me.
For I long for a man with nests of wild things in his hair.
A man who will Kiss the Flame.
Jewel

Saturday, December 8, 2012

Let us all unite by Charlie Chaplin

Excerpted from the movie"The Great Dictator" (1940)
Let us all unite -Charles chaplin


I’m sorry but I don’t want to be an Emperor – that’s not my business. I don’t want to rule or conquer anyone. I should like to help everyone if possible, Jew, gentile, black man, white. We all want to help one another, human beings are like that.

We all want to live by each other’s happiness, not by each other’s misery. We don’t want to hate and despise one another. In this world there is room for everyone and the earth is rich and can provide for everyone.

The way of life can be free and beautiful.

But we have lost the way.


Greed has poisoned men’s souls – has barricaded the world with hate; has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed.

We have developed speed but we have shut ourselves in: machinery that gives abundance has left us in want. Our knowledge has made us cynical, our cleverness hard and unkind. We think too much and feel too little: More than machinery we need humanity; More than cleverness we need kindness and gentleness. Without these qualities, life will be violent and all will be lost.

The airplane and the radio have brought us closer together. The very nature of these inventions cries out for the goodness in men, cries out for universal brotherhood for the unity of us all. Even now my voice is reaching millions throughout the world, millions of despairing men, women and little children, victims of a system that makes men torture and imprison innocent people. To those who can hear me I say “Do not despair”.


The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed, the bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress: the hate of men will pass and dictators die and the power they took from the people, will return to the people and so long as men die liberty will never perish…

Soldiers – don’t give yourselves to brutes, men who despise you and enslave you – who regiment your lives, tell you what to do, what to think and what to feel, who drill you, diet you, treat you as cattle, as cannon fodder.


Don’t give yourselves to these unnatural men, machine men, with machine minds and machine hearts. You are not machines. You are not cattle. You are men. You have the love of humanity in your hearts. You don’t hate – only the unloved hate. Only the unloved and the unnatural. Soldiers – don’t fight for slavery, fight for liberty.

In the seventeenth chapter of Saint Luke it is written ” the kingdom of God is within man ” – not one man, nor a group of men – but in all men – in you, the people.


The people have the power, the power to create machines, the power to create happiness. You the people have the power to make this life free and beautiful, to make this life a wonderful adventure. Then in the name of democracy let’s use that power – let us all unite. Let us fight for a new world, a decent world that will give men a chance to work, that will give you the future and old age and security. By the promise of these things, brutes have risen to power, but they lie. They do not fulfill their promise, they never will. Dictators free themselves but they enslave the people. Now let us fight to fulfill that promise. Let us fight to free the world, to do away with national barriers, do away with greed, with hate and intolerance. Let us fight for a world of reason, a world where science and progress will lead to all men’s happiness.

Soldiers – in the name of democracy, let us all unite!


Look up! Look up! The clouds are lifting – the sun is breaking through. We are coming out of the darkness into the light. We are coming into a new world. A kind new world where men will rise above their hate and brutality.

The soul of man has been given wings – and at last he is beginning to fly. He is flying into the rainbow – into the light of hope – into the future, that glorious future that belongs to you, to me and to all of us. Look up. Look up.”

Charlie chaplin - discours final du film le dictateur

Charlie chaplin - discours final du film le dictateur.

Unissons-nous tous est le clip qui qui reprend le célèbre discours de Charlie Chaplin années 1940 pour le film le dictateur contre le nazisme, les dictatures et l’intolérence dans le monde.

Espoir... Je suis désolé, mais je ne veux pas être empereur, ce n'est pas mon affaire. Je ne veux ni conquérir, ni diriger personne. Je voudrais aider tout le monde dans la mesure du possible, juifs, chrétiens, païens, blancs et noirs. Nous voudrions tous nous aider si nous le pouvions, les êtres humains sont ainsi faits. Nous voulons donner le bonheur à notre prochain, pas lui donner le malheur. Nous ne voulons pas haïr ni humilier personne.

Chacun de nous a sa place et notre terre est bien assez riche, elle peut nourrir tous les êtres humains. Nous pouvons tous avoir une vie belle et libre mais nous l'avons oublié.

L'envie a empoisonné l'esprit des hommes, a barricadé le monde avec la haine, nous a fait sombrer dans la misère et les effusions de sang. Nous avons développé la vitesse pour nous enfermer en nous-mêmes. Les machines qui nous apportent l'abondance nous laissent dans l'insatisfaction. Notre savoir nous a fait devenir cyniques. Nous sommes inhumains à force d'intelligence, nous pensons beaucoup trop et nous ne ressentons pas assez. Nous sommes trop mécanisés et nous manquons d'humanité. Nous sommes trop cultivés et nous manquons de tendresse et de gentillesse. Sans ces qualités humaines, la vie n'est plus que violence et tout est perdu. Les avions, la radio nous ont rapprochés les uns des autres, ces inventions ne trouveront leur vrai sens que dans la bonté de l'être humain, que dans la fraternité, l'amitié et l'unité de tous les hommes.

En ce moment même, ma voix atteint des millions de gens à travers le monde, des millions d'hommes, de femmes, d'enfants désespérés, victimes d'un système qui torture les faibles et emprisonne des innocents.

Je dis à tous ceux qui m'entendent : Ne désespérez pas ! Le malheur qui est sur nous n'est que le produit éphémère de l'habilité, de l'amertume de ceux qui ont peur des progrès qu'accomplit l'Humanité. Mais la haine finira par disparaître et les dictateurs mourront, et le pouvoir qu'ils avaient pris aux peuples va retourner aux peuples. Et tant que des hommes mourront pour elle, la liberté ne pourra pas périr. Soldats, ne vous donnez pas à ces brutes, à une minorité qui vous méprise et qui fait de vous des esclaves, enrégimente toute votre vie et qui vous dit tout ce qu'il faut faire et ce qu'il faut penser, qui vous dirige, vous manœuvre, se sert de vous comme chair à canons et qui vous traite comme du bétail. Ne donnez pas votre vie à ces êtres inhumains, ces hommes-machines avec une machine à la place de la tête et une machine dans le cœur.

Vous n'êtes pas des machines !
Vous n'êtes pas des esclaves !
Vous êtes des hommes, des hommes avec tout l'amour du monde dans le cœur. Vous n'avez pas de haine, sinon pour ce qui est inhumain, ce qui n'est pas fait d'amour.

Soldats ne vous battez pas pour l'esclavage mais pour la liberté. Il est écrit dans l'Evangile selon Saint Luc "Le Royaume de Dieu est dans l'être humain", pas dans un seul humain ni dans un groupe humain, mais dans tous les humains, mais en vous, en vous le peuple qui avez le pouvoir : le pouvoir de créer les machines, le pouvoir de créer le bonheur. Vous, le peuple, vous avez le pouvoir : le pouvoir de rendre la vie belle et libre, le pouvoir de faire de cette vie une merveilleuse aventure.

Alors au nom même de la Démocratie, utilisons ce pouvoir. Il faut tous nous unir, il faut tous nous battre pour un monde nouveau, un monde humain qui donnera à chacun l'occasion de travailler, qui apportera un avenir à la jeunesse et à la vieillesse la sécurité.

Ces brutes vous ont promis toutes ces choses pour que vous leur donniez le pouvoir : ils mentaient. Ils n'ont pas tenu leurs merveilleuses promesses : jamais ils ne le feront. Les dictateurs s'affranchissent en prenant le pouvoir mais ils font un esclave du peuple. Alors, il faut nous battre pour accomplir toutes leurs promesses. Il faut nous battre pour libérer le monde, pour renverser les frontières et les barrières raciales, pour en finir avec l'avidité, avec la haine et l'intolérance. Il faut nous battre pour construire un monde de raison, un monde où la science et le progrès mèneront tous les hommes vers le bonheur. Soldats, au nom de la Démocratie, unissons-nous tous !

, est-ce que tu m'entends ? Où que tu sois, lève les yeux ! Lève les yeux, Hannah ! Les nuages se dissipent ! Le soleil perce ! Nous émergeons des ténèbres pour trouver la lumière ! Nous pénétrons dans un monde nouveau, un monde meilleur, où les hommes domineront leur cupidité, leur haine et leur brutalité. Lève les yeux, Hannah ! L'âme de l'homme a reçu des ailes et enfin elle commence à voler. Elle vole vers l'arc-enciel, vers la lumière de l'espoir. Lève les yeux, Hannah ! Lève les yeux !

Sunday, December 2, 2012

Woman by John greelleaf Whittier/ Eva by John greelleaf Whittie

Music:
PHILIP WESLEY - Hope Endures



Vladimir Volegov art

A Woman
John Greenleaf Whittier

Oh, dwarfed and wronged, and stained with ill,
Behold! thou art a woman still!
And, by that sacred name and dear,
I bid thy better self appear.


Still, through thy foul disguise, I see
The rudimental purity,
That, spite of change and loss, makes good
Thy birthright-claim of womanhood;
An inward loathing, deep, intense;
A shame that is half innocence.


Cast off the grave-clothes of thy sin!
Rise from the dust thou liest in,
As Mary rose at Jesus' word,
Redeemed and white before the Lord!
Reclairn thy lost soul! In His name,
Rise up, and break thy bonds of shame.


Art weak? He 's strong. Art fearful? Hear
The world's O'ercomer: 'Be of cheer!'
What lip shall judge when He approves?
Who dare to scorn the child He loves?


Chulovich Marina Art

Eva
John Greenleaf Whittier

Dry the tears for holy Eva,
With the blessed angels leave her;
Of the form so soft and fair
Give to earth the tender care.


For the golden locks of Eva
Let the sunny south-land give her
Flowery pillow of repose,
Orange-bloom and budding rose.


In the better home of Eva
Let the shining ones receive her,
With the welcome-voiced psalm,
Harp of gold and waving palm,


All is light and peace with Eva;
There the darkness cometh never;
Tears are wiped, and fetters fall.
And the Lord is all in all.


Weep no more for happy Eva,
Wrong and sin no more shall grieve her;
Care and pain and weariness
Lost in love so measureless.


Gentle Eva, loving Eva,
Child confessor, true believer,
Listener at the Master's knee,
'Suffer such to come to me.'


Oh, for faith like thine, sweet Eva,
Lighting all the solemn river,
And the blessings of the poor
Wafting to the heavenly shore!


Wilhelm Menzler painting

She sang alone, ere womanhood had known
The gift of song which fills the air to-day
Tender and sweet, a music all her own
May fitly linger where she knelt to pray.
John Greenleaf Whittier

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