i had the urge to write
about nothing, yes nothing,
except to say it is late,
and my lids are heavy now,
lights out, it is late,
Paper boats sail
on rainy nights….
Like childhood dreams.
And why is it that when I see those sunflowers
No amount of gloom and sadness can stay?
There are things that make our mundane life
a little brighter, a little chirper.
Like the sun, a friend’s hello, that little smile…
I was sad for awhile, then you came…..
In memory of my cousin who was gunned down serving his country in January 2011. He was a fearless journalist, a passionate environmental activist whose only mistake was serving the country he so loved…
“The sun never sets
It only hides beyond the mountains
And in times of darkness
It rises again in the hearts of men.”
Grace is a word that has always left me in awe – it is such a big word. As a human being, it is hard to fathom. It is about humility, love, compassion, unmerited favour, a word that is like a gentle whisper yet powerful, releases
forgiveness, liberating and teaches how limited we are. It is about love, identified with real beauty, and describes the giving heart of God.
Grace has seen me through my best days and my worst.
In times of trouble, I access grace to dig at my innermost reserve to find strength to go through life and survive;
In times of stress, I turn to find the grace to navigate the turbulence whirling in my head to find peace and quiet repose;
In times of disappointment, grace allows me to smile, understand that I can’t always have life the way I want it and move on.
In happy days,
Grace teaches me to release love to the people around me whether I know them or not, whether they love me back or not;
In times of peace, grace makes me realise the blessings that I have to give me the strength to share it around;
These moments shake me to realise I have received unmerited favour that I don’t deserve;
Grace keeps me grounded that I am not perfect and so can always forgive;
Grace allows me to stop striving, trying, agonising over things I cannot change;
Grace liberates…..it sets me free.
– 5 Jul 15, Sydney
********I have related to this poem since I was a little girl*********
“One day I’ll catch the sun
And keep it for my own.
And in a world where no one understands
I’ll take my outstretched hand
And offer it to anyone who comes along
And tells me he’s in need of love, in need of hope,
or maybe just a friend.
Maybe in time I’ll even share my sun
With that new anyone to whom I gave my hand….”
Little street urchins with lovely smiles ~ after I treated them to ice-cream 🙂
This pic was from a Feeding Program for street kids in Cebu.
(Photo taken by one of the kids) ♥♥♥
***Cebu – a beautiful place filled with lots of memories.
The heart is a lonely hunter
It searches far and wide
trying to find beauty in a world that’s lonely,
full of hate and dark.
It is a solitary being looking for love.
It is a lonely search,
it could last for months or years,
or a lifetime.
Sometimes the heart keeps looking
until the day it dies, but never finds,
Yet the heart goes on and never tires.
It looks for meaning in the wrong places,
leading to heartache and broken dreams…
Every heart wants love in whatever shape or form
It longs to find beauty,
and peace that the world cannot fathom…
Yes, the search is intense for the quiet truth,
the elusive love, the meaning of life.
But isn’t that what life is all about?
That there is a deeper reason for all
than meets the eye
Let our hearts never tire looking
for that which is essential….
Then and only then can we find
the true meaning of life.
~ from the book The Forsaken Muse, a Woman’s Journey
The Moon is one of my most favourite things in the world. The moon (which I will refer to for now as a ‘she’), inspires me to write, compose poems, or just contemplate. I have written so many pieces about her – I feel like she is my friend who always understands. So you will see me writing a lot about her. I am also called Moonlover in some art sites for obvious reasons. Here’s one little poem for you to enjoy. We got lucky in the Southern Hemisphere by having a really bright Full Moon last August. Here’s a tribute to her beauty.
How can I be so fortunate?
As to have witnessed the moon in its fullness
So glorious, she bewitches,
a beauty amidst the dark black clouds, beside the stars.
I have never seen her so big, so bright
For so many nights she has been so generous
to light the sky.
No words or images can give justice
to describe how she looks in the heavens,
She gives warmth, peace, a feeling of tranquility.
My moon lesson: Gentle repose of the soul.
~ Full moon, 22 August 13, Sydney