The world demands a path, a plan,
Beyond the reach of mortal hand.
But in this quiet, holy place,
I see her future held in grace.
No river deep, no fire wide,
Can pull my daughter from His side.
For He has called her by her name—
Through every change, He stays the same.
The font still sings its soft refrain:
He’ll be the sun, He’ll be the rain.
I leave my maps, I leave my fear,
For in this water, He is here.
As the sun begins shining to set, glorious brightness shines thru the stained glass window, Christ is shining HIS mercy upon my soul, my tears are wiped dry upon my face, I am touched by Gods mercy and grace, my body I rise to genuflect towards the tabernacle, , “Jesus I trust in YOU, the gentle sounds of the blessed font, for I have everything I could ever want.
I fear when darkness steals the light.
And your image, I lose sight,
For in it, I always find delight—
Of staring, not for a brief, nor slight.
I tremble when silence deafens the music,
And hear not the sound I seek;
For your voice, soft and meek,
Inspires hope, never so bleak.
I quiver when coldness douses the warmth,
And ashes the fire from the hearth;
For your embrace is light to my path,
Wrapping me tender, like a swath.
I dread when rancor drowns the bliss.
And moments with you, I sorely miss
For the time of love, I always wish
Casting loneliness down the abyss.
Be my comfort, always,
My unending strength;
For none could fill your place —
Your love and tenderness.
Never planned on breaking a sweat,
Yet by day's end, my clothes tell a different story.
Never wanted to trade sleep for anything,
Yet now, I greet the silence of 3 a.m. like an old friend.
Never had intentions for love,
But somehow, I remained faithful for years
To someone who never returned the feeling.
Never cared about the number on the scale,
Yet here I am — hyper-aware of every curve, every calorie.
Never imagined giving up my luxuries,
But now I stand, shoulder to shoulder
With strangers on public transit daily.
Somewhere between my nevers and now,
I learned — change is the only constant.
It just takes over, unasked,
And makes itself at home,
Turning me into someone I never expected to be.
Never planned on breaking a sweat,
Yet by day's end, my clothes tell a different story.
Never wanted to trade sleep for anything,
Yet now, I greet the silence of 3 a.m. like an old friend.
Never had intentions for love,
But somehow, I remained faithful for years
To someone who never returned the feeling.
Never cared about the number on the scale,
Yet here I am — hyper-aware of every curve, every calorie.
Never imagined giving up my luxuries,
But now I stand, shoulder to shoulder
With strangers on public transit daily.
Somewhere between my nevers and now,
I learned — change is the only constant.
It just takes over, unasked,
And makes itself at home,
Turning me into someone I never expected to be.
Woke up at 3a.m., heavy lidded. Had no other go but to embrace it. The clock was ticking 4:20 when I was facing my book feeling groggy, but my desire to score won’t let me doze off. Got dressed up in my school uniform and found myself waiting for the school van. Despite my wait, the van made an appearance 35 minutes later. It was an exam day and I’ve already lost 35 minutes. My mind was in a state of unrest. Got in the van with the very same state of mind. I got to witness the outside world between 8:25 a.m. and 8:55 a.m. for the first time which seemed to me so eternal. I happened to see my friend after a very long time. Though I didn’t get To talk to her, my heart began recollecting the memories. The sun was brighter and more glowing than ever. The gentle chill breeze approached me through the window. My state of mind? Was peaceful than ever before. Maybe sometimes it is good not to resist what is to happen.
A shoreless sea
of chance and consequence,
Where hidden currents
guide each vessel’s fate;
We navigate
without a recompense,
And learn to love
or learn to wait.
Each wave a moment,
crashing on the sand,
A transient touch
within a timeless hand.
Love is constant, like the sun it warms us and makes us have fun.
Love is constant and a feeling like no other type of feeling, lifting us higher and higher in our lifetime.
Love gives us something we cannot buy, it makes us sing of sweet delight.
Love is healing, it makes our mind and body feel smoothly, making us hum with enthusiasm.
Love is like the cream in our coffee, it wakes us up and feels so groovy.
Love is the real commodity in life, it is the currency that makes us feel alive.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Let not my heart find fault,
but only truth.
I shall seek love and faithfulness.
I shall find my constant lover.
I shall know her by her genuine eyes,
the windows to her soul.
In me she will have found love and faithfulness.
I shall be her constant lover.
Unchanging, enthusiastic palpitations,
hearts in harmony.
Steadfast, unwavering devotion.
We shall be constant lovers.
The evening comes and goes,
as my thoughts drift to you.
You're a constant presence in my mind,
a memory that never fades.
You're aloof my abode,
yet my desire to be with you only grows.
I long for you, you know,
and wait on the edge of my seat
for your answer,
hoping it comes sooner than expected.
The lurking demons,
Lying deep down within me,
Strive against my good.
There is a cosmic reason
we’ll find greatness in every little detail
~ the universe in constant evolution
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Romance, a thing of the past
a shame it didn’t last
Kids’ constant crises did it in
Envious of other retirees
rekindling their old flames
while my kids’ crises sear my brains...
You have to play the hand you're dealt
~ though losing hands, forever felt
Lulu’s constant dysphoria took me down
She was known as downhearted all over town
She has been in mourning since 1962
Forlorn and miserable, is Little Lu.
I run from her sorrow others told me
But doesn’t that add to her misery?
Save yourself, my relatives said.
She is determined to be depressed until she’s dead.
Southern Rata (is a stunning Kiwi Tree)
Red or scarlet harlots instead...a bucolic frolic..
Tranches spread as if bulbous branches have gorgeously bled..
Overpowering flowering towers glimmer…fanciful fairytale shimmers showering...
Such vim...swim on a whim..sprouting on an outing from their pouting wooden limb....
A delight..refining..shining bright.. defining.. these bizarrely beautifully gnarly trees...
Crimson collage..insisting snarling tendril darlings..timber tentacles twisting…a magical mirage....
Marooned yet cocooned in a festooned lagoon...wouldn't barter anything…
To swoon at the miracle..spectacular boon of Southern Rata ...
I have seen you in pain,
And have also seen what others from it do gain,
I have seen you in joy,
And also how others around you, then, enjoy.
I have seen you in love,
When you hug her with the thought of Now,
I have also seen you cope,
All the odd situations you faced with hope.
I have seen you in my dream,
You are my cake’s sweet cream,
I have seen you everywhere,
Even when you had to go to – Nowhere.
I have seen you in my life,
With you holding both- Flower and Knife,
You are always with me,
I am always with you too!
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