And passing through eternity
That’s how he went one quiet afternoon.
Hardly a sound, so smooth and calm, the way he always was
A maverick until the very end.
But nothing ends,
I know nothing ends,
For him whose spirit is free,
For him who has unquenchable desire to live a life so full with adventures both real and imaginary, almost like a child,
Whose dreams were lived in the lives of those he raised, both daughters and roosters alike,
Whose one goal is not to hurt anyone but help others in his little way.
In riches, he did not have much,
But in stories lived, in battles won, in soaring intelligence, fun, laughter, wit and love,
he had a lot to share.
I see him smiling with his handsome rooster, up there somewhere, contented with the life he’s lived and the memories he’s made.
Tonight, I miss you ever so fondly, my Tata (Father).🌹
~30 Apr 2016, Rowena Isidro, pic by Daniel
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
I thought about doing something ‘light’ for a change. A lot of girlfriends have said most of my poems make them cry and so, here goes….hope it puts a little smile on your lips.
Poetry featured in the book of poetry called ‘The Forsaken Muse, A Woman’s Journey from Sorrow to Hope’ ~ *
You know I am no pin-up girl, vital stats quite ordinary
I fumble and am clumsy
Not the best cook in the kitchen either;
Driving is not my cup of tea ,
and street direction am hopeless in.
I laugh and smile too much
Cry at the silliest things..
Always teary-eyed, mushy, a softie
Known to dance non-stop crazy.
I wear quirky clothes that seldom match
Throw me a ball, I may not catch.
I don’t pretend am a vamp in bikini…
And oh dear, sexy high-heels are not for me.
So why me, my sweetheart?
I guess I don’t seem like the best girl around.
But I have love though,
Lots and lots of it,
and smiles that never run out for you.
I love people, love life,
I don’t pretend,
I am real, unsophisticated in fact,
But more than anything, I believe in you.
I’m your number one cheerleader, you might say,
But sweetheart, I guess you knew that anyway.
* you can order in Australia thru FB website ‘The Forsaken Muse & other writing’
or through amazon.com, Barnes & Noble, Authorhouse.com worldwide.
The Gift of Autumn. ~ this is a favourite piece about my favourite season……who is not to love Autumn?