You were made for a purpose

Diary entry by my father made on 6.6.2002

34

The plough that cleaves the soil

Produces narture

He that bestirs his feet

Completes the journey

35

We have all the world in our hands

We have all the days in our hearts

This is the world tonight

The world has turned once

The world looks different

36

You cannot escape the purpose

That put you here on Earth

What purpose do we beings serve?

By living this life

Of pain and  joy

Filled with strife

For our daily bread

37

Grasp the opportunities as they come

Come to hand

Take lessons from nature

Each creature, flower and tree

Fulfills its purpose planned

You were also made for a purpose 

Jaswant Singh Matharu

This blog is dedicated to the memory of my dear father Jaswant Singh Matharu.

In his twilight years he maintained diaries which are a glimpse into his sensitive soul.

I share the pages of one of his diaries here.

Life means celebration

Diary entry by my father made on 7.6.2002

38

When someone goes out into his work

He is alive like a tree in spring

He is living, not merely working

There is no point in work

Unless it absorbs you

Like an absorbing game

If it doesn't absorb you

If it is never fun, don't do it!

39

And your body is the harp of your soul

And it is yours to bring forth

Sweet music from it

Or confused sounds

40

For the fruit, giving is a need

 As receiving is a need to the roots

For the seed the need is to strike root

In Earth and grow

To give food, fragrance and shade

To burst into flowers in all colours

Holding hands with thorns!

41

Life is reason enough; what more

you want. Life means celebration! 

Jaswant Singh Matharu

This blog is dedicated to the memory of my dear father Jaswant Singh Matharu.

In his twilight years he maintained diaries which are a glimpse into his sensitive soul.

I share the pages of one of his diaries here.

Peace of mind

Diary entry by my father made on 6.6.2002

31

Everything doth pass away

There is danger in delay

Every grape of vine

Is gladly bruised to make me wine

Only bend thy knee

Thy wooing shall thy winning be

32

Then there is the peace of mind

At the closing of the day

That comes with easy conscience

That we have done the best we may

But the lasting kind of peace

Comes from deep within

It grows to win

A peace with life itself

That runs along life's way

It never lets you down

But grows from day to day

33

Let your old age be childlike

And your childhood like old age

that is, so that neither

May your wisdom be with pride nor

Your humility without wisdom 

Jaswant Singh Matharu

This blog is dedicated to the memory of my dear father Jaswant Singh Matharu.

In his twilight years he maintained diaries which are a glimpse into his sensitive soul.

I share the pages of one of his diaries here.

Become as you will be

Diary entry by my father made on 6.6.2002

28

Become as you will be

Forget all that was

Stand alone yet be not apart

Give no offense yet be not defenseless

Acquire no more than you need

And you shall survive in plenty

Till twice tomorrow you shall wait

in silence. But deaf years of all

 those who turned away shall once more

hear your voice

29

"Courage is destiny"

Question not, but live and labour

Till the goal is won

Helping every feeble neighbour

Seeking help from none

Life is mainly froth and bubble

Two things stand like stone

Kindness in another's trouble

Courage in your own

30

Count no day lost

In which you waited your turn

Took your share

And sought advantage of none 

Jaswant Singh Matharu

This blog is dedicated to the memory of my dear father Jaswant Singh Matharu.

In his twilight years he maintained diaries which are a glimpse into his sensitive soul.

I share the pages of one of his diaries here.

On what is most dear

Diary entry by my father made on 6.6.2002

25

Nothing is to a man so dear

A woman's love in good measure

A good woman is man's blessing

Their love right and steadfast

There is no solace under heaven

Of all that man may name

That should a man do so much gladness

as a good woman that loveth true

No dearer is none in God's hand

Than a chaste woman with lovely word

26

You're the most you're the greatest

Love me when the night is latest

You love me I love you 

Love in the morning dew

During the day during the night

In my book you're all right

27

More than I hoped to do, I do

And more than I deserve I got

What little I attend, I know

And it argues order more than not

The only correction is

By you, of you; by me, of me 

Jaswant Singh Matharu

This blog is dedicated to the memory of my dear father Jaswant Singh Matharu.

In his twilight years he maintained diaries which are a glimpse into his sensitive soul.

I share the pages of one of his diaries here.

Never hurry

Diary entry by my father made on 6.6.2002

23

Never hurry and hasten in anything

Remember in the impetuosity of my youth

talking to a man advanced in years who

was planting oak trees. I said to

him very gently that the planting of oak

trees by a man advanced in years seems

to be rather imaginative.

The old man seized the point at once

and said to me "you feel that I shall 

never enjoy the shade? I have the

imagination and I know what that

shade will be. I have laid my trees

in certain lines. I know that I cannot

expect more than to see them beyond

a shrub

but with me rests the conception of 

the shade and the glory

Jaswant Singh Matharu

This blog is dedicated to the memory of my dear father Jaswant Singh Matharu.

In his twilight years he maintained diaries which are a glimpse into his sensitive soul.

I share the pages of one of his diaries here.

Dreams and possibilities

Diary entry by my father made on 6.6.2002

20

To visualize

Just what might be

And then attempt

To make it so;

To take a dream and to make it 

For all to see

Or let the probabilities

Come for all to know

21

Let's love each other for what we are

And for what we happen to become

Not for what we can make of ourselves

No one makes anything of anyone -

But God.

22

I shall never be different

Love me 

23
Give me a look, give me a face
That makes simplicity a grace
Robes loosely flowing hair as free
Such sweet neglect more taketh me
Then all the adulteries of art
They strike mine eyes but not my heart 

Jaswant Singh Matharu

This blog is dedicated to the memory of my dear father Jaswant Singh Matharu.

In his twilight years he maintained diaries which are a glimpse into his sensitive soul.

I share the pages of one of his diaries here.

Life is a mystery

Diary entry by my father made on 3.6.2002

17

Grow old with me

The best is yet to be

The last of life for which the first was made

Our times are in His hands

Who saith "A whole I planned youth shows but half"

Trust God: see all, nor be afraid

18

Life is a mystery, everyone must stand alone

I hear you call my name

And it feels like home

O Lady! we receive but what we give

And in our life alone does nature live

19

A flower lifts its face to the sun

And opens up to warmth

It drinks in the flow of the rain

And grows as it stretches forth

The flower never looks behind

To the shadow it will cast

So we should always look ahead

And not dwell in the the time that past

Jaswant Singh Matharu

This blog is dedicated to the memory of my dear father Jaswant Singh Matharu.

In his twilight years he maintained diaries which are a glimpse into his sensitive soul.

I share the pages of one of his diaries here.