Some day ago, exactly on Friday I got on the Angkot (see picture)-the local public transportation- to go to the post office. It was not really my surprise to read the brochure posted in its door, and sounds very familiar here. However in that time I tried to focus on reading it through to get the message. I am trying to translate it to you what it says in Bahasa to English (as much as I remember)."Mr. X , a well known spiritualist, able to solve any of your problems. If you want to be healed, prosper, beautiful, get success in any of your works, you find the correct person. The process will not be long, just need one to two hours to transfer the power [ilmu in Bahasa]. Note: the patient must be above 11 years old. Please contact for reservation and appointment. Contact: +628XXXXXXX."
Can you imagine it? It is in the public places where people will easily access and follow up. This kind of messages will be easily found wherever in my country, and very often in the local newpapers. Traditional people who I meet and know still believe so much in this things.
And once again, that made me contemplate.
O humans, how hungry and thirsty are you
You seek, you weep and you well up
Just right after the fall, O Adam
You lost the priceless treasure you have
What a lament you bring within you, O sons and grandsons
In tears and sweat, in turmoil and drought
seeking your food among the thorns
pain, pain, pain everywhere you meet
even in the sweetest honey and brightest sun you meet them there: hunger and thirst
where do they drive you, O sons and daughters?
you have that hunger and hurriedly satisfy it
you even search for yourself in deceitfulness of this darkness
or even in some kind of spiritual bliss you make up, the temporary comfort zones
Love, love!
Love conquers, Love fears not
He heals, he restores
Love has entered this world,
he is mighty and does never tire
He is the source of the genuineness
He transforms the bestial thirst into the compassion
He tramples down the carnal desires into the sacred hunger of Love
Love, love!
Comes in the true man and true God, in Christ
Love in Triune, from eternity to eternity
Come ye all nations and people, O Adam's race
Let The King of Glory in
Comfort is in the hands of Him
and of course our hearts yearns for such comfort (Sergei wrote)
Seek ye first His Kingdom
and this will belong to you
Whatever, wherever it brings
-Yudhie
You seek, you weep and you well up
Just right after the fall, O Adam
You lost the priceless treasure you have
What a lament you bring within you, O sons and grandsons
In tears and sweat, in turmoil and drought
seeking your food among the thorns
pain, pain, pain everywhere you meet
even in the sweetest honey and brightest sun you meet them there: hunger and thirst
where do they drive you, O sons and daughters?
you have that hunger and hurriedly satisfy it
you even search for yourself in deceitfulness of this darkness
or even in some kind of spiritual bliss you make up, the temporary comfort zones
Love, love!
Love conquers, Love fears not
He heals, he restores
Love has entered this world,
he is mighty and does never tire
He is the source of the genuineness
He transforms the bestial thirst into the compassion
He tramples down the carnal desires into the sacred hunger of Love
Love, love!
Comes in the true man and true God, in Christ
Love in Triune, from eternity to eternity
Come ye all nations and people, O Adam's race
Let The King of Glory in
Comfort is in the hands of Him
and of course our hearts yearns for such comfort (Sergei wrote)
Seek ye first His Kingdom
and this will belong to you
Whatever, wherever it brings
-Yudhie
Lord Jesus Christ, the son of God, have mercy on me a sinner!
I love this poem, Yudhie, and I thank God for you always, dear friend and brother. God is faithful.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem! Thank you for sharing it.
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