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Thursday, September 20, 2012

Dimana Damaiku?


Lalu karena mereka berbeda, kamu sebut mereka aneh
dan karena mereka berbeda, kamu ganggu
serta karena mereka berbeda, kamu perangi
juga kamu bunuh...

Lalu, mengapa kamu tidak juga perlakukan sama pada mereka?
Saudara lelakimu
Saudara perempuanmu
Ayahmu
Ibumu
Kakekmu
Nenekmu
Cucumu
Dan kamu berada di bumi sendirian

Dan kamu meletakan kebenaran atasmu
dengan pikiran dalam otak yang hanya sebesar kepalamu
yang mengaku mengerti dan memahami
dan kamu menghilangkan manusiawi

Tidakkah kamu lahir dari rahim bersama kasih?
Tidakah kamu diasuh ibu dengan cinta?
atau kamu tidak dididik dalam moral?
dan dunia mengisi kamu dalam kebencian?
atau hanya karena setitik rasa kecewa dan kamu membabibuta?

Kamu kepalkan tangan
kamu hunuskan pedang
kamu kokang senjata
kamu ayunkan pada saudaramu
orang tuamu
anakmu

Dimana damai?
Dimana cinta?
Telah habiskah dimakan zaman?
atau kering terbakar api amarah?

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Woman and a Fork




There was a young woman who had been diagnosed with a terminal illness and had been given three months to live. So as she was getting her things 'in order,' she contacted her Pastor and had him come to her house to discuss certain aspects of her final wishes.

She told him which songs she wanted sung at the service, what scriptures she would like read, and what outfit she wanted to be buried in.

Everything was in order and the Pastor was preparing to leave when the young woman suddenly remembered something very important to her.

'There's one more thing,' she said excitedly..

'What's that?' came the Pastor's reply.

'This is very important,' the young woman continued. 'I want to be buried with a fork in my right hand.'

The Pastor stood looking at the young woman, not knowing
quite what to say.

That surprises you, doesn't it?' the young woman asked.

'Well, to be honest, I'm puzzled by the request,' said the Pastor.

The young woman explained. 'My grandmother once told me this story, and from that time on I have always tried to pass along its message to those I love and those who are in need of encouragement. In all my years of attending socials and dinners, I always remember that when the dishes of the main course were being cleared, someone would inevitably lean over and say, 'Keep your fork.' It was my favorite part because I knew that something better was coming...like velvety chocolate cake or deep-dish apple pie. Something wonderful, and with substance!'

So, I just want people to see me there in that casket with a fork in my hand and I want them to wonder 'What's with the fork?' Then I want you to tell them: 'Keep your fork ..the best is yet to come.'

The Pastor's eyes welled up with tears of joy as he hugged the young woman good-bye. He knew this would be one of the last times he would see her before her death. But he also knew that the young woman had a better grasp of heaven than he did. She had a better grasp of what heaven would be like than many people twice her age, with twice as much experience and knowledge. She KNEW that something better was coming.

At the funeral people were walking by the young woman's casket and they saw the cloak she was wearing and the fork placed in her right hand.. Over and over, the Pastor heard the question, 'What's with the fork?' And over and over he smiled.

During his message, the Pastor told the people of the conversation he had with the young woman shortly before she died. He also told them about the fork and about what it symbolized to her. He told the people how he could not stop thinking about the fork and told them that they probably would not be able to stop thinking about it either.

He was right. So the next time you reach down for your fork let it remind you, ever so gently, that the best is yet to come. Friends are a very rare jewel, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed Cherish the time you have, and the memories you share .... being friends with someone is not an opportunity, but a sweet responsibility.

Send this to everyone you consider a FRIEND...and I'll bet this will be an
email they do remember, every time they pick up a fork.!

And just remember...keep your fork!

Source: http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=282316115205838&set=a.200522316718552.37349.200501900053927&type=1

Monday, September 10, 2012

Mengumpulkan Masa Lalu

Dan jika suatu esok
Tuhan berkenan kepadaku dan kepadamu
Aku ingin kita bertemu kembali
untuk belajar tentang masa lalu

Masih lekat dalam ingatanku
Saat pertama kali kita bertemu
dan ketika aku menyatakan perasaanku

Aku merasa seperti orang bodoh
yang tak sesungguhnya mengerti tentang perasaanku
dan aku beranjak darimu tanpa isyarat

Saat kita bertemu kembali di suatu esok itu
aku ingin kau dan aku membuka kembali
buku yang pernah kita tulis bersama

Buku yang berisi tawamu, tangismu, keluh dan kesahmu
dan tentang sajak-sajak yang kutulis
tentang rasa yang masih abu-abu

Gadisku,
waktu telah menuntun aku bertemu dengan mereka
guru yang memberikan aku makna
tentang perjalanan yang pernah kita tempuh

Dan ketika aku semakin memahami semuanya
kini aku mengerti tentang kamu dan rasa itu
tentang cerita kita

Sampai saat ini
tak seorangpun mampu sepertimu
seperti kamu mengerti aku

Gadisku,
Aku menawarkan rasa itu pada insan jelita
mereka yang kutemui dalam perjalananku
namun tak seorangpun mau menerimanya

Gadisku,
Aku ingin bertemu dengan suatu esok itu
dan ketika kita bersama bercengkrama
mengumpulkan masa lalu..


Sunday, September 9, 2012

Director, Mother and Young Man



One young academically excellent person went to apply for a managerial position in a big company.He passed the first interview, the director did the last interview, made the last decision. The director discovered from the CV that the youth's academic achievements were excellent all the way, from the secondary school until the postgraduate research, never had a year when he did not score.

The director asked, "Did you obtain any scholarships in school?" the youth answered "none".

The director asked, " Was it your father who paid for your school fees?" The youth answered, "My father passed away when I was one year old, it was my mother who paid for my school fees.

The director asked, " Where did your mother work?" The youth answered, "My mother worked as clothes cleaner. The director requested the youth to show his hands. The youth showed a pair of hands that were smooth and perfect.

The director asked, " Have you ever helped your mother wash the clothes before?" The youth answered, "Never, my mother always wanted me to study and read more books. Furthermore, my mother can wash clothes faster than me.

The director said, "I have a request. When you go back today, go and clean your mother's hands, and then see me tomorrow morning.

The youth felt that his chance of landing the job was high. When he went back, he happily requested his mother to let him clean her hands. His mother felt strange, happy but with mixed feelings, she showed her hands to the kid. The youth cleaned his mother's hands slowly. His tear fell as he did that. It was the first time he noticed that his mother's hands were so wrinkled, and there were so many bruises in her hands. Some bruises were so painful that his mother shivered when they were cleaned with water.

This was the first time the youth realized that it was this pair of hands that washed the clothes everyday to enable him to pay the school fee. The bruises in the mother's hands were the price that the mother had to pay for his graduation, academic excellence and his future. After finishing the cleaning of his mother hands, the youth quietly washed all the remaining clothes for his mother. That night, mother and son talked for a very long time.

Next morning, the youth went to the director's office.

The Director noticed the tears in the youth's eyes, asked: "Can you tell me what have you done and learned yesterday in your house?"

The youth answered," I cleaned my mother's hand, and also finished cleaning all the remaining clothes'

The Director asked,"please tell me your feelings."

The youth said, Number 1, I know now what is appreciation. Without my mother, there would not the successful me today. Number 2, by working together and helping my mother, only I now realize how difficult and tough it is to get something done. Number 3, I have come to appreciate the importance and value of family relationship.

The director said, "This is what I am looking for to be my manager. I want to recruit a person who can appreciate the help of others, a person who knows the sufferings of others to get things done, and a person who would not put money as his only goal in life. You are hired.

Later on, this young person worked very hard, and received the respect of his subordinates. Every employee worked diligently and as a team. The company's performance improved tremendously.

A child, who has been protected and habitually given whatever he wanted, would develop "entitlement mentality" and would always put himself first. He would be ignorant of his parent's efforts. When he starts work, he assumes that every person must listen to him, and when he becomes a manager, he would never know the sufferings of his employees and would always blame others. For this kind of people, who may be good academically, may be successful for a while, but eventually would not feel sense of achievement. He will grumble and be full of hatred and fight for more. If we are this kind of protective parents, are we really showing love or are we destroying the kid instead?

You can let your kid live in a big house, eat a good meal, learn piano, watch a big screen TV. But when you are cutting grass, please let them experience it. After a meal, let them wash their plates and bowls together with their brothers and sisters. It is not because you do not have money to hire a maid, but it is because you want to love them in a right way. You want them to understand, no matter how rich their parents are, one day their hair will grow gray, same as the mother of that young person. The most important thing is your kid learns how to appreciate the effort and experience the difficulty and learns the ability to work with others to get things done.
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Monday, September 3, 2012

Kawanku


Saat letusan senjata itu
Aku berlari ke arahmu
Dan disana kau bersama kawan yang lain
Terduduk tak mampu lagi tersenyum

Linang air mata di pipimu tak mampu kau hapus
Dan kali itu aku melihatmu mencoba untuk tetap bertahan
Menatap kami kawan-kawanmu
Dan kau berkata
‘usah kau menggantikan aku. Aku yakin kalian tengah lelah’

Dan kau tertatih menuju tenda
Dan berlindung
Dan saat tatapmu hilang kami bertempur

Kawan, menolehlah..
Aku menepuk bahumu meneguhkanmu
Mengerti kata ‘baik saja’mu bukan seianya

Kawan,
Jangan hapus tangis itu
Dan lepaskan segala beban yang menyelempang di bahu

Kawan,
Kami kawanmu…
Meski tak setiap rahasia terjaga, kami ada untukmu
Dan menangislah di bahu kami

Kawan,
Jika ratap itu menenangkanmu, merataplah
Jika air mata itu keluhmu, tumpahkan…

Kawan,
Tersenyumlah dan mari bertempur bersama kembali…

2 September 2012
Untuk seorang kawan

2 September


Hari lalu aku telah merancangkan strategi perang
Strategi untuk bertempur
Aku telah menata pasukanku teratur
Dan menyiapkan senjatanya lengkap

Hari ini perang dimulai
Dan aku heran pasukanku tiada
Tak satupun ada disampingku
Tak seorangpun menemaniku bertempur

Aku kapten, berperang sendirian
Menggendong senjata banyak jenis
Menyelempangkannya ke bahu
Sigap waspada gempuran musuh

Namun,
Hari ini aku ditikam oleh pasukanku sendiri
Mereka menikamku dari belakang
Melumpuhkan aku dengan senjata yang pernah aku berikan

Aku terjatuh
Terdududuk
Aku merintih

Betapa sakitnya luka itu
Dan aku menangis
Menatap mereka yang menikamku
Menikam dengan wajah yang tanpa kenal bersalah

Maka hari ini sang Juru Selamat hadir
Hadir dalam lukaku
Seperti taman Getsemani hatiku sunyi
Hancur , lebur..

2 September 2012
Dipersembahkan untuk seorang kawan