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Moment of Peace – Gregorian Masters of Chants

April 23, 2014

“Moment of Peace”

Moment of Peace – Lyrics

Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm
Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah

In moment of piece
Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah
Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah

Come now, come by our side
A place where you can hide
We are the sunshine
Rest your soul here
And you’ll find
We are the energy
We give the world to thee
Hold up your heart now
We will ease pain from your brow

When the world is in tatters
And destruction is near
You can come with us here

When the people are strangers
You’ll rest here with me
In a moment of peace

Light up the dark below,
See through the stars,
Reach to the earth’s flow
Drift in the joy of our hearts,
Unleash the energy,
Taste of the wine
Drink as a soul
That knows now, power divine

In a moment of peace

Bright Star

April 19, 2014

Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art–
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors–
No–yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow’d upon my fair love’s ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever–or else swoon to death.

Life’s Tragedy

April 19, 2014

Life’s Tragedy

It may be misery not to sing at all,
And to go silent through the brimming day;
It may be misery never to be loved,
But deeper griefs than these beset the way.

To sing the perfect song,
And by a half-tone lost the key,
There the potent sorrow, there the grief,
The pale, sad staring of Life’s Tragedy.

To have come near to the perfect love,
Not the hot passion of untempered youth,
But that which lies aside its vanity,
And gives, for thy trusting worship, truth.

This, this indeed is to be accursed,
For if we mortals love, or if we sing,
We count our joys not by what we have,
But by what kept us from that perfect thing.

Stay With Me

April 16, 2014

I’m writing this poem

For a very special lady,

Always and forever,

She’ll always be my baby

I dream of holding her,

In my arms so tight,

If loving her is wrong,

Then I don’t wanna be right.

I dream of kissing her,

Her lips so sweet

She’s so beautiful,

She knocks me off my feet.

The way I feel about her,

Words can’t express,

Through good times and bad,

I won’t love her any less

This special lady means so much to me,

You Taught Me Waiting With Myself

April 13, 2014

By Mihran Kalaydjian, CHA Marketing/Media Writer, Strategist and Consultant

You Taught Me Waiting With Myself

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You taught me Waiting with Myself—
Appointment strictly kept—
You taught me fortitude of Fate—
This—also—I have learnt—

An Altitude of Death, that could
No bitterer debar
Than Life—had done—before it—
Yet—there is a Science more—

The Heaven you know—to understand
That you be not ashamed
Of Me—in Christ’s bright Audience
Upon the further Hand—

“I Am Not Yours”

April 11, 2014

I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.

You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.

Oh plunge me deep in love — put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind.

Love Is Blind

April 6, 2014

Love Is Blind

Sometimes people go their whole life,
looking for that one, special person.
Sometimes they find what they’re looking for,
when others come back empty handed.
And sometimes, you will find that the one you’ve been looking for,
was standing infront of you the whole time.
Sometimes, love is blind.

Years of love,
Many years of friendship.
One kiss was all it took.

I look into your eyes,
and I fall deep in love;
everytime.

Your love,
Your passion,
Your tenderness.

In your heart,
in your eyes
and in your arms;
I feel so safe.

You are like an angel,
Rays of beauty erupts from the sky.
You, like a mountian calls my name;
And I anwser.

I love you like it’s set in stone.
I’ll love you forever,
and that is all we’ve known.

No more ‘what if’s’
No more ‘could be’s’
Becuase you,
only my eyes see.

Not only knowing,
until you open your eyes.
To a life of happiness
because sometimes,
Love is blind.

Gain In Pain

April 6, 2014

Gain In Pain

By Mihran Kalaydjian, CHA

Consultant, Strategist, and Writer

I fall a prey to great affliction,
Undergo sufferance with botheration.

Why should I undergo pain and fret?
Why should I twitching heartache get?

Why should I undergo this distress?
Why should I have this unhappiness?

I stumble to interpret and expound,
I am helpless to unravel and come around!

In God’s wonderful and glorious creation,
There is nothing whatever without reason!

‘Oh! God! Why have you thrown me over-board?
Oh! God! Why am I saddled with such a load? ‘

‘Oh! Ye man, when life is trying and troublesome,
Difficult, with misery, formidable and toilsome;

With worry, trials and tribulations,
You are made tough to get invigoration;

You gather spirit, strength and tenacity,
You become chaste, pure with sublimity;

Distress gives you the grit and determination,
To overcome the bitterness in the situation;

With sufferance you learn endurance,
You engender enthusiasm and tolerance;

With pain you restrain and gain wisdom,
You are seasoned, cohesive and solemn;

With affliction you beget verve and inspiration,
You become deeply profound with beatification! ‘

Evening Star

April 5, 2014

By Mihran Kalaydjian, CHA

Consultant, Strategist, and Writer

Evening Star

‘Twas noontide of summer,
And mid-time of night;
And stars, in their orbits,
Shone pale, thro’ the light
Of the brighter, cold moon,
‘Mid planets her slaves,
Herself in the Heavens,
Her beam on the waves.
I gazed awhile
On her cold smile;
Too cold- too cold for me-
There pass’d, as a shroud,
A fleecy cloud,
And I turned away to thee,
Proud Evening Star,
In thy glory afar,
And dearer thy beam shall be;
For joy to my heart
Is the proud part
Thou bearest in Heaven at night,
And more I admire
Thy distant fire,
Than that colder, lowly light.