THOUGHTS AND PRAYERS ANNIE AND FAMILY FOR THE LOSS OF YOUR MOTHER IN LAW 

SO SORRY FOR YOUR LOSS CHICA, OUR THOUGHTS AND PRAYERS TO YOU AND YOUR FAMILY

PLEASE KEEP GAMEGIRL'S DAD VINCENT IN YOUR PRAYERS, HE HAD A STROKE WED NIGHT.  HE IS DOING BETTER SO KEEP PRAYERS GOING

FIJI'S CORNER

The Silver and The Grey

 Tho time will ever gently lay the Silver in your hair,

 Yet always and forever will you be Beautiful and Fair.

 Tho we may trod the span of years, from color into grey;

 You have never been more Beautiful than you now are today.

Tho some may use a color wash to stem the look of years,

 Yet ease your tender, loving hearts, and put away your fears;

 For yet the color once we had, when all of us were young,

 Still shines as brightly in out hearts, as all the songs we've sung.

Give to youth the harder tasks, that we once burdened strong,

 For ours is now the well-earned rest, And laughter, joy, and song;

 And stand you proud, and straight and tall, for proudly you can say,

 You have lived the span and earned the right to the Silver and the Grey

Oh - some may yearn for other tones, of brown or black or red,

 I think that in my heart and mind, I love other tones instead;

 And I know that time is timelessness, and women all are fair,

 Who have been so blessed and honored, with Grey and Silver hair.

 By: Ali Alsokhari

 2 July 2000

Carousels of Life

Up and down and around and around spin the carousels of life,

Like the carefree merry-go-‘rounds of childhood, so free of care and strife;

Seemingly forever spinning as around and up and down they go,

Secretly implanting in our minds a truth of life we’d come to know.

For life is a continuous carousel of turns and downs and ups,

With the myriad mixture of creatures, wagons, chairs and cups;

Each of these are but symbols for us of what life holds in store,

As we travel and ride our carousel of life towards that distant shore.

By: A. H. Alsokhari (Fiji1a)

A Cache of Gold

A tale is told of a cache of gold that lies at the worlds rim,

And many the male has sought the trail, with eyes both bright and dim; 

Throughout the year they roam the sphere, with timid steps and bold; 

With banners un-furled, they search the world for this un-found cache of gold. 

And little they know, as off they go, where lies the worlds rim;

 Let each man find, if he opens his mind, that it lies inside of Him, 

Oh – that cache of gold? Let it be told: It lies within your heart; 

It's the golden cache of memories that grow and never part. 

The memories that ever glow, within each person’s heart, 

And the Greatest treasure-trove of all - - - It’s been there from the start.

By: Ali H. Alsokhari (Fiji1a)

Gifting By Any Other Name

As Christmas again approaches, the minions so many proclaim,

Hustle about and shove and shout as they clamor in one mans name;

Forgetting or even denying the fact that other ways also exclaim,

And celebrate with heartfelt thanks their own ways just the same.

No mater the path that is chosen and no mater the way we wend,

In some strange way everyone says the self-same thing in the end;

The true celebration and gifting has somehow gotten a bend,

For the essence of love and kindness is not the message we send.

Just for a brief passing moment there’s some as see others in need,

But somehow it seems to get lost in the hustle and bustle of greed; 

We are not alone in the planting of this less than admirable seed,

For in every land is many a hand that handles a contemptible deed.

I ask would it not be better, a different message for others, to send,

And wish for them the same blessings, we seeketh out as we wend;

Forgetting and ignoring the differences and instead of ridged to bend,

So that eventually all of humanity comes together as one in the end.

Rather than seek out the differences, to seeketh a true common ground,

Accepting that many the pathways there be and listen for truthful sound;

This is truly the greatest of gifts of them all of which better is never found,

Of love and tolerance, patience and peace and for all of humanity abound.

By: Ali Alsokhari