塵封往事 人群來來往往，表情掛著多是冷漠。 但在網上無限時空中，各個都是情感的發現者、創作家。 分開不是結束，而是再次重逢的開始。 記得你對我說，會在下一個路口等我...... ※特別在此感謝，提供拍攝照片的友人《華華》

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荒漠甘泉 Streams in the Desert

重擔變成了翅膀
（賽四十31）

我們就是那些無翅的小鳥，工作和職務是上帝替我們預備帶領我們向天的翅翼。我們也頂會望著我們面前的重擔畏縮；只要我們一挑起那擔子來，它們便會變成我們的翅膀。

如果我們高興地用愛心負起一切重擔來，沒有一件重擔不能變成我們的福祉。上帝原命定我們的工作來做我們的幫助的；拒絕一個重擔，就是拒絕一個新的生機。──密勒（J.R.Miller）

凡是上帝親手繫在我們肩頭上的重擔，無論怎樣沉重，都是可喜愛的。──費勃爾（F.W.Faber）


Weights Become Wings
Scripture: "They shall mount up with wings as eagles" (Isa.40:31).

There is a fable about the way the birds got their wings at the beginning. They were first made without wings. Then God made the wings and put them down before the wingless birds and said to them, "Come, take up these burdens and bear them."

The birds had lovely plumage and sweet voices; they could sing, and their feathers gleamed in the sunshine, but they could not soar in the air. They hesitated at first when bidden to take up the burdens that lay at their feet, but soon they obeyed, and taking up the wings in their beaks, laid them on their shoulders to carry them.

For a little while the load seemed heavy and hard to bear, but presently, as they went on carrying the burdens, folding them over their hearts, the wings grew fast to their little bodies, and soon they discovered how to use them, and were lifted by them up into the air--the weights became wings.

It is a parable. We are the wingless birds, and our duties and tasks are the pinions God has made to lift us up and carry us heavenward. We look at our burdens and heavy loads, and shrink from them; but as we lift them and bind them about our hearts, they become wings, and on them we rise and soar toward God.

There is no burden which, if we lift it cheerfully and bear it with love in our hearts, will not become a blessing to us. God means our tasks to be our helpers; to refuse to bend our shoulders to receive a load, is to decline a new opportunity for growth. --J. R. Miller

Blessed is any weight, however overwhelming, which God has been so good as to fasten with His own hand upon our shoulders. --F. W. Faber

歐媽媽咪呀!
歐媽咪哄......


北島《無題》

把手伸給我
讓我那肩頭擋住的世界
不再打擾你
假如愛不是遺忘的話
苦難也不是記憶
記住我的話吧
一切都不會過去
即使只有最後一棵白楊樹
像沒有銘刻的墓碑
在路的盡頭聳立
落葉也會說話
在翻滾中褪色、變白
慢慢地凍結起來
托起我們深深的足跡
當然，誰也不知道明天
明天從另一個早晨開始
那時我們將沉沉睡去

感慨緣盡情了......



北島《無題》

在你呼喊的旋律中
我請求：夜把往事收進瓷瓶
於是花瓣合攏
一片枯葉落在打開的書上
塵埃緩緩騰起

我悄悄離去
帶走了那本書
其中有你的一頁
你的詛咒
你的愛
都已成為鏡中的火焰
消失在另一個
更孤寂的世界裏

一串鑰匙
在寂靜的小巷歌唱
別回過頭去
別看沉入夜霧的窗戶
窗簾後面
夢在波浪般的頭髮中喧響