(Paradoxical dialogue)
1: We are 'rational being'
2: That’s only a 'definition'
3. I’m 'intelligent', you- 'a mediocre'
We are 'equal before the law'
That’s only 'in the paper'
I 'rule', you are 'ruled'
We are in the 'same class'
That’s only 'in letter'
I’m 'upper class', you-' lower class'
We wear 'same kind of uniform'
That’s only 'in colour'
Mine with ‘brand’, yours 'local'
Our blood is red
That’s only appearance
Mine 'O+', yours 'B+'
j.john britto xavier
Sunday, September 30, 2007
God’s Call to play……
Come, come to Me
Opened to you
The doors of My Heart
20-20, One-day, or test
You may play
Do fair well
Four, six, bowl, catch
You may do
Excel your team
The day is at hand
You’ll be rewarded
Up to your efforts
Come, come to Me
Opened to you
The doors of My Heart
Opened to you
The doors of My Heart
20-20, One-day, or test
You may play
Do fair well
Four, six, bowl, catch
You may do
Excel your team
The day is at hand
You’ll be rewarded
Up to your efforts
Come, come to Me
Opened to you
The doors of My Heart
j. john britto xavier
Pages of the same Book
We,
Pages of the same book
Branches of the same vine
Children of the same father
Difference,
One sleeps in air-conditioned room
Other in air-unconditioned platform
One needs dose, have a wink of sleep
Other sleeps childlike
One chooses what to have for meal
Other rummaging the waste boxes a deal
One possesses wealth, keen to save it
Other saves his soul that saves his/her soul
After all……
We,
Pages of the same Book
Branches of the same Vine
Children of the same Father
j. john britto xavier
Pages of the same book
Branches of the same vine
Children of the same father
Difference,
One sleeps in air-conditioned room
Other in air-unconditioned platform
One needs dose, have a wink of sleep
Other sleeps childlike
One chooses what to have for meal
Other rummaging the waste boxes a deal
One possesses wealth, keen to save it
Other saves his soul that saves his/her soul
After all……
We,
Pages of the same Book
Branches of the same Vine
Children of the same Father
j. john britto xavier
in the name of........
crusades are launched
jihad sponsored
carsewas held
carnages conducted
citadels attacked
personnel killed
mosques demolished
missionaries Mutilated
palestine bombarded
WTC powdered
kashmir crushed
violence doubled
muslims robbed
woman raped
chaos created
confusion sustained
………
all knowingly done
and all is done
in the name of God, Caste and religion…..
j. john britto xavier
jihad sponsored
carsewas held
carnages conducted
citadels attacked
personnel killed
mosques demolished
missionaries Mutilated
palestine bombarded
WTC powdered
kashmir crushed
violence doubled
muslims robbed
woman raped
chaos created
confusion sustained
………
all knowingly done
and all is done
in the name of God, Caste and religion…..
j. john britto xavier
Followers......
(God and Secretary)
God: Who is he shirtless on the street?
Secretary: He is a weaver, shirtless
God: It is unbearable.
Who is he sleeping on the road?
He is a house builder, homeless
It is merciless.
Whose children are these hungry?
They are of farmers, foodless
It is indigestible.
Why does this child beg?
Its father has to drink, family has to live
It is pathetic.
Who is he not having a place to lay his head?
Lord, it is your beloved Son (Jesus)
Yes, it is His Mission.
Who are these leading luxurious life while many have nothing to eat?
Shhh….they are the followers of your son
Do they really follow Him?
Bro. J. John Britto Xavier
God: Who is he shirtless on the street?
Secretary: He is a weaver, shirtless
God: It is unbearable.
Who is he sleeping on the road?
He is a house builder, homeless
It is merciless.
Whose children are these hungry?
They are of farmers, foodless
It is indigestible.
Why does this child beg?
Its father has to drink, family has to live
It is pathetic.
Who is he not having a place to lay his head?
Lord, it is your beloved Son (Jesus)
Yes, it is His Mission.
Who are these leading luxurious life while many have nothing to eat?
Shhh….they are the followers of your son
Do they really follow Him?
Bro. J. John Britto Xavier
Saturday, September 15, 2007
My Children
(God and Secretary)
God: Whose children are they in "christian" schools?
Secretary: Mostly of businessmen, officers, .......
God: Is it practicality or profitablity?
Whose childern are they in the factories, dabas, field.....
'of the poor and underprivileged'
'is it personal or structural problem?'
'Whose children are they as maidservants?'
'of the poor from different regions'
'Is it cheap labour or favour?'
'Whose Children are they in Nithari (Noida) Serial Killing'
'of the socio-economic backward classes'
'Are they easy prey and less human?'
'Whose children are they in platforms, roadsides, subways......'
'they are 'street children''
'Sorry, they are MY CHILDREN'
Bro. J. JOHN BRITTO XAVIER
God: Whose children are they in "christian" schools?
Secretary: Mostly of businessmen, officers, .......
God: Is it practicality or profitablity?
Whose childern are they in the factories, dabas, field.....
'of the poor and underprivileged'
'is it personal or structural problem?'
'Whose children are they as maidservants?'
'of the poor from different regions'
'Is it cheap labour or favour?'
'Whose Children are they in Nithari (Noida) Serial Killing'
'of the socio-economic backward classes'
'Are they easy prey and less human?'
'Whose children are they in platforms, roadsides, subways......'
'they are 'street children''
'Sorry, they are MY CHILDREN'
Bro. J. JOHN BRITTO XAVIER
Friday, September 14, 2007
Jesus- the prisoner
Jesus- the prisoner
Rolled down on the blessed face
Budded pearls of blood as sweat
Quivered the folded hands of Him
In agony in Gethsemane.
Innocent was He infact
Strayed Judas betrayed
No case with valid cause-but
Did chain Him the stewards.
Behind bar the whole night
Did mar Him being right
It’s nothing but follow-on
of the agony in Gethsemane.
The empire found Him of no fault
Asked he people what to do
Ere 'Hosanna' chanted crowd
Then chorused high 'crucify Him'
Spit, hit and jeered at Him
Whipped, striped Him the stewards
Crowned with pinning thorns
Carried the cross to calvary
One thief right, next on left
Amidst was He nailed
A chance for both thieves given
The right one did win heaven.
Occurred it millennium back?
Isn’t it today present?
Christ abandoned behind bar
Beckons each His grief to share.
Read we gospel now and then
Practice it we in practical when?
"Enter the Kingdom of GOd
I was in prison you visited Me"
by Bro. J. John Britto Xavier
Rolled down on the blessed face
Budded pearls of blood as sweat
Quivered the folded hands of Him
In agony in Gethsemane.
Innocent was He infact
Strayed Judas betrayed
No case with valid cause-but
Did chain Him the stewards.
Behind bar the whole night
Did mar Him being right
It’s nothing but follow-on
of the agony in Gethsemane.
The empire found Him of no fault
Asked he people what to do
Ere 'Hosanna' chanted crowd
Then chorused high 'crucify Him'
Spit, hit and jeered at Him
Whipped, striped Him the stewards
Crowned with pinning thorns
Carried the cross to calvary
One thief right, next on left
Amidst was He nailed
A chance for both thieves given
The right one did win heaven.
Occurred it millennium back?
Isn’t it today present?
Christ abandoned behind bar
Beckons each His grief to share.
Read we gospel now and then
Practice it we in practical when?
"Enter the Kingdom of GOd
I was in prison you visited Me"
by Bro. J. John Britto Xavier
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