In A Mosque in Beirut

I've had just enough time...   to speak about God

In a mosque in Beirut, a father speaks softly to his child...

In a mosque in Beirut

I saw a father softly 
Speaking to his child

Sitting in the shadows as

Lights streamed through

The windows, I believe

As he believes, there is God

And in churches and temples

Everywhere, a man speaks

Softly to his child about

The God he knows

What Are We Fighting For?

I've had just enough time to...   stop fighting...

Taken during a stroll in the park by the Kuching river esplanade

Are men born to fight?

What are they fighting for?

The weak say I fight to defend

I fight for survival

But when they become strong

They covet what is not theirs

And fight to conquer

Men say I fight for my country

But when there is no enemy

They fight among themselves

Men say I fight for my religion

I fight for my God

But God says don’t fight among yourself

Men say they fight for glory

But where is the glory in massacres

In fatherless child and widowed wife

And bones bleached by the sun

When men lament the price of fighting

It is always too late –

Much too late

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Where have all the flowers gone?

In The Morning When The Moon Is At Its Rest

I've had just enough time to...   walk the mist in the morning

 Taken one early morning when the world is still shrouded in mist in Hanoi

In the morning

When the bird is still in its nest

And the world still at rest

Peaceful under a blanket of mist

Soothed by a mother’s kiss

I walk a path half imagined

Taking it all on the chin

The sun is not yet up

To serve reality in a cup

To sear through the mist

And smack me with its fiery fist

The sun did me no service

There can be no promise

With gaze as sharp as steel

Leaving no room to steal

An idea from the God

That he left for the poor sod

Who survive the bloody scrum

To retrieve from the squalid slum

I need the blurry landscape

I need the world of indistinct shapes

I need to silence the lambs

The silence to silence the violence

And this is best done in the early morning mist

In the morning when the moon is at it's rest, 

You will find me at the time I love the best

Watching rainbows play on sunlight; 

Pools of water iced from cold night, In the morning.

Tis the morning of my life.

Bee Gees - In The Morning

A Family In Prayer

I've had just enough time to...   see a family in prayer

Taken of a family in prayer in the Thirtha Empul Temple compound in Bali

A family in prayer

Is the closest as a unit

Unified by belief

Bound by faith

Harmonised by love

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Staying together; Praying together

Any storm we can weather

Trusting in God's Word

We need each other

Fathers and mothers

Sisters and brothers

In harmony and love

Family Prayer Song

While Daddy Is Cooking.

I've had just enough time to...   see Daddy cooking.

Taken in a busy street in Kathmandu, Nepal 

While Daddy was cooking

I was looking at the blond

And the blond was looking at God

And God was looking at what’s cooking on the stove

We were all looking

Except Daddy who was cooking

While Daddy was cooking

The street musician was playing

The man in the mask was staring

And Life passes by on either end of the street

They were all busy

Except Daddy who was doing the cooking

Morning Has Broken.

I've had just enough time to...   view another beautiful sunrise.

Taken one fine morning from the hotel window in Klang, Malaysia.

On a morning like this, one just feel like bursting out singing.

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Morning Has Broken - Cat Stevens 

Morning has broken, like the first morning 

Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird 

Praise for the singing, praise for the morning 

Praise for the springing fresh from the word 

 Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlit from heaven 

Like the first dewfall, on the first grass 

Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden 

Sprung in completeness where his feet pass 

 Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning 

Born of the one light, Eden saw play 

Praise with elation, praise every morning 

God's recreation of the new day