A Quiet Voice (inspirational)

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A Quiet Voice

This little story reminds us to listen to that small quiet voice from within

................... we never know where it will lead us.As a teacher of Origami

(the ancient Japanese art of paper folding) at the La Farge Life long Learning

Institute in Milwaukee, Art Beaudry was asked to represent the school at an

exhibit at a large mall in Milwaukee.

He decided to take along a couple hundred folded paper cranes to pass out to

people who stopped at his booth.Before that day, something strange happened

....... a voice told him to find a piece of gold foil paper and make a gold

Origami crane. The voice was so insistent that Art actually found himself

rummaging through his collection of origami papers at home until he found one

flat, shiny piece of gold foil.‘Why am I doing this?’ he asked himself. Art

had never worked with the shiny gold paper; it didn't fold as easily or neatly

as the crisp multicoloured papers. But that little voice kept nudging. Art

tried to ignore the voice. ‘Why gold foil anyway? Paper is much easier to

work with,’ he grumbled.The voice continued. ‘Do it! And give it to a

special person.’ By now Art was getting a little cranky. ‘What special

person?’ he asked the voice. ‘You'll know which one,’ the voice said.That

evening Art carefully folded and shaped the unforgiving gold foil until it

became as graceful and delicate as a real crane about to take flight. He packed

the exquisite crane in the box along with about 200 other colourful paper cranes

he'd made over the previous few weeks.The next day at the mall, dozens upon

dozens of people stopped by Art's booth to ask questions about Origami. He

demonstrated the art. He folded, unfolded and refolded. He explained the

intricate details, the need for sharp creases.Then, suddenly, there was a woman

standing in front of Art. Was this that special person? Art had never seen her

before, and she hadn't said a word as she watched him carefully fold a pink

piece of paper into a crane with pointed, graceful wings.Art glanced up at her

face, and before he realised it, he found himself reaching for the ‘gold-foil

crane’ he'd laboured over the night before. Carefully he picked up the gold

crane, and gently placed it in the woman's hand.Art said: ‘I don't know why,

but a voice told me to give you that golden crane. The crane is the ancient

symbol of peace,’ Art said simply.The woman didn't say a word as she slowly

cupped her hand around the fragile bird as if it were alive. When Art looked at

her face, he saw tears filling her eyes.Finally, the woman took a deep breath

and said, ‘My husband died three weeks ago. This is the first time I've been

out. Today ....’ she wiped her eyes with her free hand, still gently cradling

the golden crane with the other. Then she said very quietly, as tears streamed

down her face. ‘Today would have been our 'golden' wedding

anniversary.’Then the lady said in a clear voice, ‘Thank you so much for

this beautiful gift. Now I know that my husband is at peace.Don't you see? The

voice you heard, it was the voice of God, and this beautiful crane is a gift

from Him. It's the most wonderful 50th wedding anniversary gift I could have

received. Thank you for listening to the God within your heart.’And that's

how Art learned to listen very carefully, when God speaks to him from within,

and tells him to do things he may not understand .. now or even later.....he

simply does it!Are you listening, my friend? Baba may be speaking to you right

now!

 

 

- Author Anonymous

 

 

Remain Blessed!

 

Duty is God, Work is Workship

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With Sai love & peace to all,

Vina

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Dear sister madhavi, nice story of the inner Voice.

 

One day, I was going out at 11 Pm. One person was

waiting in the bus stop. i went psst him as it was not

a right time to pick up strangers. Some thing inside

me told me to take reverse and pick him up. As he sat

in the car, his first question was, Are You a muslim?

.. I asked him why he asked that question. He replieed,

"As you went past me, I prayed alound to Allah, to

send me some one as you were one who came almost aftr

an hour. I was not sure, when another car would pass

by."

 

I answered the stranger, even a foreigner agrees or

not, the king of a country would not change so is

Allah who is the Ruler of the universe. Needlesss to

say, if I am a muslim or not. But I was happy to

receive the communication.

 

sairam

rajasekhar- Bahrian.

 

 

--- MadhviSai wrote:

 

> A Quiet Voice

> This little story reminds us to listen to that

> small quiet voice from

> within ..................