Saturday, 19 November 2005

Daughter of Zion

Daughter of Zion

Daughter of Sarah
Stranger in a strange land
Not grasping at the rights you held
Now servant of the Servant-King
You stoop to wash these brown and dusty feet
With Water and with tears.

Daughter of Eve
In a fallen Adam-world...
Who would choose to enter there?
Who would think to even dare?
Your sisters faint beneath the curse
And so you come to sing them Hope.

Daughter of Gethsemane
The Cup is there, the Silent Call
You drink and humbly go to die
With curtains torn and stormy skies
Descending to the depths to save
Sister-souls to rob the grave.

Daughter of Zion
Glorious, shining one
Your name is written on His Heart
Your heart is cherished in His strong and tender hands
He knows your song and loves to sing,
To Sing with Joy in knowing you.

Princess of Heaven
As you stoop to wash His dusty feet
With tears and sweet perfume
And dry them with Your glory
He reaches down and touches you with Love,
Calls your name and comforts you.

Daughter of the Second Eve
Rejoice, for He rejoices over you
Lift up your hands and heart in self-abandoned praise
The Lover of Your Soul is here
He Weeps more deeply than you know
And gently covers you with Purest, Softest Snow.

Daughter of Zion
Weep with Joy and in the Sorrow sing
You are exalted by the Glorious Servant-King.

--from your brother--

Friday, 11 November 2005

Thursday, 10 November 2005

O Culture Shock! Why do you mock me?

I want to write you today, but the ambition isn't in me to make it funny or interesting or grammatically correct. Forgive me. I feel so ugh today. I have to wear this huge heavy saree for assembly this morning and I just want to rip it off and tie knots in it and left myself down out of a window. Then go to the sea and get a raft and make a huge sail out of it and get the hell out of dodge. I always loved that saying, "get the hell out of dodge." If Bangladesh is a dodge, then I don't know what would be a ford! Maybe Barundi or Lesoto.
I went to this cultural evening last night at some German cultural arts place in Dhaka. It was free. There were three German documentary films being shown there for free (with subtitles) and there was nothing else to do. The first film was a documentary about documentaries, the second was a documentary about ROUNDABOUTS! AND the third was about some whiney painter that paints over others' paintings, but when someone else breaks into his gallery and paints over his painted over paintings, he calls the police and gets totally pissed. Anyway, they were all three wretchedly boring.
A friend told me last night about an article in some major magazine about how wonderful Portland is...and then BBC had an episode about how cool Portland, OR is on one of their travel shows a week or so ago. UGH!!! I wanna run to yoU! OOOO HOOO! But if I come to you, ooo hoo hooo hooo hooo hooo hoo hooo hooo Tell me, will you stay, or will you......run.......AWAY!!!!!
So I'll end my email on that Whitney Houston riff and bid you a good day.
Good Day!
Sandi

Tuesday, 8 November 2005

A blog? Sandi! How Y2K!!

I have no idea when or where I got the idea to start a blog, but here it is. I guess I thought it would be more conducive to getting out my news than my monthly episodes.

What's new in my life? Well...

  • I've gotten rid of my dog! WOO HOO! "Huh?" most of you are probably saying right now, "but is this OUR Sandi? The one that volunteered at the Humane Society in Portland and always has taken a stand for animal rights? The one that would have any lonely animal's back in times of trouble or woe?" Uh huh! I'm that same chica! The reason why I didn't have my dog's back was because she didn't have mine! You know what I'm sayin'?

She was a peeing machine. She chewed up everything. She was the worst darn puppy I ever seen!

  • Well, it did end up being a great blessing in the end. I gave her to a Garo (tribal) lady (her name's Shati) that works for me. My dog was purebred, so if she can find my dog a mate, then those puppies will be an excellent source of income for her. Also now Shati has protection in her home (Bengalis are terrified of dogs) and companionship during her work.

So I'm happy! I'm having a bit of difficultly uploading images, so I hope this isn't too boring. Everyone keep emailing me! Don't forget about me! Don't ever change!

Without Wax,